“Move!” Kaelion’s voice boomed through the pack hospital corridor, sharp as a whip. His arms tightened around Jenna’s limp form, his strides fierce and unrelenting.
“Right away, Alpha!” nurses scrambled, pushing open double doors as Maren rushed beside him, wringing her hands.
“Lady Jenna…please hold on,” Maren whispered, her voice cracking. She hovered so close she nearly tripped over herself, tears shimmering in her eyes.
Jenna stirred faintly, her lashes fluttering. The harsh antiseptic scent burned her nose, making her head throb harder. Kaelion lowered her onto the examination bed, his jaw clenched so tightly that the vein in his temple pulsed.
The doctor arrived within seconds, her white coat flaring as she adjusted her stethoscope. “What happened?”
“She fainted. Twice,” Kaelion
