Xanders POV
We headed straight to the Pack clinic with the girl in the car. The pack doctor received her on our arrival and immediately began trying to resuscitate her.
I waited outside the door alongside some of the guards who were still conscious, including the guard who had carried the slave girl to the car.
An hour later, the doctor came out of the room. “Your Highness,” he bowed. “I have tried to resuscitate the girl and get her heart pumping again but her chances of surviving are very low.”
My eyes narrowed at him. “Why? What can be done to increase her chances of living?”
“Your Highness, are you comfortable talking here? We can go to my office and..”
“Answer the question and stop beating about the bush,” I cut him off sternly and he nervously adjusted his ward coat.
“Alph
