MIRABEL POV.
The moment I heard the nurse was awake, I rushed to the hospital wing. My heart pounded against my ribs as I pushed through the doors, my mind swirling with unanswered questions. Who was she? Why had she helped me? And most importantly—what did she know about the masked man?
The pack doctor was just finishing up with her when I stepped into the room .He glanced at me, gave a small nod, and murmured, “She is stable now. Try not to stress her out too much.”
I barely acknowledged him as he walked past me and out the door. My attention was fixed on the woman lying in the hospital bed.
Her dark hair was matted, her skin pale, and her breathing uneven. Thick bandages covered her abdomen where the bullet had grazed her. But despite the exhaustion in her expression, there was a s
