The beeps of the monitor pulled me from the darkness, steady and insistent, like a heartbeat echoing my own. My eyelids felt heavy, weighted down by whatever drugs they'd pumped into me, but I forced them open, blinking against the harsh white light of the hospital room.
Pain throbbed in my ribs, a sharp ache with every breath, and my head pounded like a war drum. Bandages wrapped my torso, an IV drip snaking into my arm, and the sterile smell of antiseptic filled my nostrils. Shifter healing would kick in soon, alphas like me recovered fast, but right now, I felt like I'd been run over by a truck.
Wait... a car. Memories flooded back: the screech of tires, Naomi's gasp, shoving her behind me as the sedan barreled toward us. The impact slamming into my side, the world spinning, the
