Mortimer's POV
"Yeah. Thanks."
I nodded to the doctor and tried to shift my weight. The second I moved, a wave of numbness and sharp aches shot up from the soles of my feet.
I couldn't help but flinch. This level of physical strain was annoying even for an Alpha.
It got me thinking—if just standing here like a statue was making my legs give out, what was it like for Seraphina?
Before the surgery, she was already redlining from stress. Then she spent hours pouring every drop of her focus and wolf-soul energy into that table.
How much did she actually have left in the tank?
The thought of her running on empty, completely drained and alone, made my chest feel like it was packed with wet cotton. I couldn't breathe.
I turned to leave the gallery, and Vivian, who'd been nodding off in he
