-NIA’S POV-
A threat hung in the air as Lykoan radiated with waves of anger. He did not even blink for a minute while he glared murderously at the doctor. He balled his fists. His knuckles cracked and ashen.
Territorial Alpha mate.
I was frozen on the couch, unable to look away for fear of what was coming next. A part of me felt sorry for the man who would be receiving the blow of his wrath. Poor Gawain.
I wanted to be anywhere but in the middle of this.
Gawain cleared his throat, shifted uncomfortably on his feet and rambled, "Boss, it appears that Nia is in good health. Based on my observations, there are no indications of a concussion or any physical injuries. She has healed nicely from the silver, but her wolf is restless and needs to shift. Her joints hurt because she’s not comp
