Jackson POV
Jackson had seen a lot of things in his life. Rogue attacks. Alpha wars. The aftermath of betrayal. But he had never—never—felt the panic that hit when Seraphina stopped breathing in his arms.
He slammed through the pack hospital doors, his voice raw. “She needs help! Now!”
The nurses rushed to meet him, and the doctors surged forward. But he didn’t let go. Not until someone physically pulled him back.
“We need some space, Beta,” one of the doctors said carefully. “But don’t worry. She’s in good hands.”
Jackson hesitantly let her go—his wolf howled inside his mind, wanting to be near her. He watched them place her on a bed, one doctor getting on top of her—doing chest compressions as they wheeled her away.
He paced the waiting room like a caged animal. Her blood was all o
