LYRA
Kael practically ran through the corridors of the Blackfang medical wing with me in his arms, and his chest was heaving while he ignored the stares from the few pack members lingering in the halls. My ankle was throbbing, yeah, but it wasn't like my leg had been chopped off. I looked up at his jaw, which was set so tight I thought his teeth might actually snap, and I had to roll my eyes.
"Kael, seriously, put me down," I said, hitting his shoulder with my fist. "The pain isn't even that harsh, you’re totally overreacting right now."
"Shush," he snapped, not even looking at me as he kicked open the door to the doctor’s private exam room.
He marched inside and set me down on the high, padded table, but he didn't sit down himself. He started pacing back and forth on the small patch o
