= Amara =
“She’s stable now, Alpha,” the doctor—Izza, a woman whose face I saw almost every day—spoke carefully, like every word might trigger something she didn’t want to face. Her eyes flicked up to Mikael with thinly veiled fear, and suddenly the room felt smaller.
I swept my gaze around the room. Same group I usually encounter everyday. But today, something was different.
Everyone was stiff. Coiled. Terrified, even.
Aside from Izza and the nurses, Mikael stood near the bed like a storm locked inside human bone. Beside him was a man I somehow recognize—broad-shouldered, quiet, and carrying the unmistakable twin fang marks on his forearm. A beta. That explained the posture, the discipline… but not the suffocating tension weighing on the room.
It was Mikael’s energy doing that.
“Are
