Elara's POV
I shoved the door open and stopped cold.
Mia lay on the bed.
A needle was taped into her arm, with tubing running to a machine beside the bed. A collection bag hung from it, already a third full of dark red blood.
Her eyes were closed.
Her face was nearly as pale as the pillow beneath her.
The fake E was nowhere in sight.
Only Cole and Marcus, two of the White Moon Pack's Gammas, stood beside the bed. Their arms were spread wide, blocking Samuel from getting any closer.
Samuel had already shifted.
His white wolf paced in front of them, teeth bared, a low growl rumbling from his chest with every breath.
"Samuel!"
He heard me.
Something inside him snapped back into place. His wolf receded in a ripple of light, leaving his human form behind.
When he turned toward me,
