Damons POV
The room was quiet, save for the rhythmic sound of the pack doctor flipping through his notes. I leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching as he meticulously went over every detail of Aria’s condition for what felt like the millionth time. I hated this—waiting, worrying. It wasn’t my style. Action was my style. Fixing things. Protecting her.
But this? This was beyond me.
“The healer will arrive by morning,” the doctor said, glancing up from his notes. “She’s currently assisting Ezra.”
The name made my jaw tighten. “Ezra?” I echoed, barely hiding my irritation. “Any chance they’re leaving Demitri behind?”
The doctor gave me a weary look, clearly not in the mood for my sarcasm. “That’s up to them. My job is to make sure Aria’s stable until then.”
“She’s not just stable
