Eric’s POV
The city was waking up when we arrived; lights flickering on, streets still half-asleep. I hated that the world kept moving while she lay silent in my arms.
She wasn’t breathing right. Too shallow. Too weak. “Drive faster,” I roared, though the driver was already pushing the limit. My voice didn’t sound like mine. It sounded hollow and broken. The convoy of black SUVs slid to a violent stop in front of the Pack's biggest hospital. Before anyone could open a door for me, I was already out, holding her close, her head tucked under my chin like I could protect her from death itself.
People were waiting. Too many of them. Doctors. Nurses. A man in a suit I recognized as the hospital head. “Alpha Eric,” he said quickly, almost bowing. “Everything is prepared. The surgeons
