Alpha King Alistair
When Dr. Heather requested another blood transfusion, I sensed the atmosphere in the room become more strained, like a rope tightening around my neck. The quick movements and quiet talks among the medical staff made me feel more powerless.
Blood leaked from unexpected places, her fingertips, her nostrils, and the barely healed cut on her temple. Her body seemed to attack itself pushing out the very thing that kept her alive.
My wolf cried out inside me sharing my pain, but I needed to stay in control. If I lost myself to panic, the entire room would collapse into chaos.
Dr. Heather barked orders, her voice sharp and unyielding. "Apply more pressure here. No, no, the bleed at her temple, we need to cauterize it before we lose her!"
One of the nurses hesitated. "But,
