Heath’s POV
“Rosalie, you need to calm down.”
“No.”
“Your stitches could reopen.”
“I don’t care.”
“You were dead for almost six minutes---”
“I said I don’t care.”
The entire hospital floor was in chaos.
Pack doctors. Pack nurses. Pack members. Everyone moved around Rosalie like frightened prey circling a wounded predator.
And my mate? She looked absolutely terrifying.
Barefoot. Hair wild around her shoulders. Thin hospital gown fluttering around her weakened body. Silver wolf eyes glowing with enough fury to make seasoned wolves avoid direct eye contact.
She had only been awake for less than an hour. And somehow she was already out of bed.
Posy whimpered softly in my arms as Rosalie ripped another monitor wire from her skin.
One of the doctors cursed under his breath.
“Please
