Willow POV
Doc felt for himself and swore under his breath. “We need to clean this out now.” He glanced at the men again. “If he bites, that’s on you.”
“He won’t,” the Alpha said.
Something in his tone made even Doc pause. Absolute certainty. Absolute authority. Alpha, then.
Doc muttered, “Right,” and reached for the saline.
I worked beside him in practiced rhythm, handing over instruments, pressing clean gauze where he indicated, ignoring the blood soaking into my gloves. The wolf’s pain lashed against my senses in waves. He was conscious enough to feel every movement, weak enough not to fight, and that was somehow worse.
The men stayed still around us, coiled with helplessness. I hated helplessness.
When Doc began irrigating the leg, the wolf jerked hard enough to make the table s
