Willow POV
The clinic door slammed open hard enough to rattle the framed photos on the wall. “Exam room two,” I snapped, already moving.
The men didn’t hesitate. Good. They pivoted with the limp wolf between them and followed me down the hall, their heavy footfalls shaking the floor. Up close, the animal looked even worse. Blood soaked the gray fur along its flank and hindquarters, dark and wet and far too much of it. The metallic scent hit me like a blow, layered over with pain, fear, and the unmistakable wildness of wolf.
Not an animal. A werewolf.
I kept my face blank and pushed open the exam room door. “Get him on the table.”
They obeyed immediately, hoisting the massive body up onto the steel surface. It groaned under his weight. The wolf’s chest rose and fell in shallow, ragged
