Elena's POV
The infirmary is finally quiet after the chaos of the past twenty-four hours. I sigh, rolling my neck to relieve the tension as I check monitors one last time. Thomas's vitals have improved—stubborn old wolf healing faster than he should be. The three enforcers who caught bullets during the showdown are stable. And then there's Victor.
I stand over his bed, watching machines do the work his body can't. Tubes and wires. Beeps and hums. The steady rise and fall of his chest isn't his own doing—it's modern medicine keeping the bastard alive.
As a doctor, I've sworn to heal everyone. As a pack member who watched Victor break bones and spirits for years—well, let's just say my hands aren't itching to adjust his morphine drip upward.
The soft click of the door interrupts my thoug
