BLOOD & BROKEN TRUTHS
Kiera's POV
The MC clubhouse smelled like leather, motor oil, and blood. My blood. Kai's blood. I couldn't stop shaking as Jax kicked open the door to the back room where Doc kept his makeshift clinic.
"Clear the table!" I screamed, clutching Kai's limp body against my chest. His shirt was soaked through, red spreading across the fabric like spilled paint.
Doc was already moving, sweeping tools and bottles onto the floor with one thick arm. He was human, an old Army medic who'd patched up more bikers than he could count, but his hands were steady as he helped me lay Kai down.
"What happened?" Doc's voice was calm, professional. He started cutting away Kai's bloody shirt.
"Rogues. Claws. He's been out for ten minutes." My voice cracked. I pressed my hands against
