"Are you hurt?" she asked quietly.
I shook my head.
She held my gaze a moment longer, checking for herself the way she always did—not accepting my answer immediately but looking past it to make sure. Then she nodded once, squeezed my shoulder, and stepped back.
I didn't know what to do with that kind of gentleness in a room this charged, so I decided not to think about it.
Dr. Hale finished the worst of it and stepped back, stripping his gloves.
"Three cracked ribs," he said. "Deep laceration along the left flank. Mild concussion from the impact with the tree. " He looked at Alpha Jack. "His wolf healing is already working, but it'll be slow given the severity. He needs rest and no shifting for at least forty-eight hours."
Jack nodded. "Thank you, Dr. Hale."
The doctor stepped out,
