ELIJAH'S POV
I scooped Emilia up in my arms, my heart racing with fear. She was still unconscious, and I had no idea how badly she was hurt. I was angry at myself for letting this happen, for not protecting her better.
Sarah tried to calm me down, but I brushed her off. "Get the car," I growled, already moving towards the door.
Sarah didn't argue, she just followed me. We sped to the pack hospital, my mind racing with worst-case scenarios.
As we arrived, I rushed Emilia inside, demanding to see the doctor. The pack's medical team swarmed around us, trying to assess Emilia's condition.
I was frantic, my anger and fear boiling over. "Fix her," I snarled at the doctor. "Do whatever it takes."
The doctor, a wise old werewolf named Dr. Lee, looked at me calmly. "Elijah, we'll do everything we can. But you need to calm down."
I couldn't calm down. I was terrified of losing Emilia, my mate. I paced back and forth, my mind racing with thoughts of what could happen.
Sarah tried to calm me down, but I just pushed her away. I couldn't think straight, couldn't focus on anything except Emilia's pale face.
Finally, Dr. Lee came out of the exam room, a look of relief on his face. "Elijah, she's going to be okay. She just needs rest."
I felt a wave of relief wash over me, followed by a surge of anger. "This shouldn't have happened," I growled. "I should have protected her better."
Dr. Lee put a hand on my shoulder. "Elijah, you can't blame yourself. But you do need to calm down. You're not thinking straight."
I took a deep breath, trying to calm down. But I knew I wouldn't be able to relax until Emilia was awake and safe by my side.