Andrew gripped his phone tightly, his fingers digging into the sides as he heard Vivian's voice. His wolf shifted under his skin, agitated, detecting the significance of this discussion.
"You must come to Healing Field Hospital now," he stated, his tone intense, pressing. "I'm in Dr. Leonard's office."
Vivian faced her mirror, clutching a notecard packed with notes for her gratitude speech. The contract with **Socialite Women Magazine** was a significant achievement, and she had practiced all morning. Yet the strain in Andrew's voice sliced through her concentration like a knife.
Her intuition ignited on why he didn't tell Andrew everything before it escalated to this point.
As soon as she hung up, she called her assistant, Lisa.
"Cancel my upcoming appointments and take care of t
