Damon’s POV
I wasn’t sure what made my heart race faster—the relentless pace of training or the sudden panic that slammed into me when Drake’s voice echoed through the pack mindlink.
“Damon! It’s Aria. Meet us at the pack hospital. Now.”
The urgency in his tone was enough to stop me in my tracks. I didn’t even bother responding; I was already running.
The field where we’d been working on transformation drills blurred as I pushed past the treeline, my wolf snarling beneath the surface. I barely registered the startled looks from the younger wolves as I tore through the pack lands. Aria. Something was wrong.
The pack hospital was quieter than it should have been, considering how loudly my heart was pounding in my ears. I shoved open the doors, the sterile scent of antiseptic hitting me
