Caleb’s POV
The hospital kept its frantic rhythm, patients coming and going, the constant beeping of monitors and the low murmur of voices filling the halls. But something felt off. Hil—or Nellie, as that guy in the alley had called her—had said she’d be back soon, that she just needed to help her parents with the move. A few hours, she had promised. But the clock on the wall showed that more than three had passed, and there was no sign of her.
My wolf, Sigvar, stirred in my mind, a low, insistent growl I couldn’t ignore.
“Something’s wrong,” he murmured, his instinct blaring like a silent alarm.
I tried to focus on the patient in front of me, a young man with a fracture that needed attention, but my thoughts kept drifting back to Hil. That forced smile when she asked for permission, t
