Evelyn's POV
I had barely settled into bed when my phone rang, its shrill tone cutting through the quiet of the night. My assistant's panicked voice came through the speaker.
"Dr. Blackwell! Lynn's vitals are dropping rapidly. You need to come immediately!"
That poor girl. Since arriving at my lab, she'd been through three surgeries. Though we'd managed to heal her external wounds, she stubbornly refused to wake up. It was as if her wolf had completely retreated, unwilling to face the pain of Keith's betrayal.
I didn't even bother with a coat, rushing out in my silk pajamas. The cool night air raised goosebumps on my skin as I hurried to the medical wing of Evelink Biosciences.
"Her numbers are crashing," Emma reported, eyes fixed on the monitors. "If this continues..."
