SOPHIA’S POV
When I arrived at the hospital early the next morning there were whispers and some nurses were pointing fingers at me.
At first I thought news of the incident with Professor Rio had traveled.
But after I changed into my scrubs and walked into the operating room, some of the doctors stopped talking.
Someone stopped mid-sentence. I heard another whisper trail off. I looked up and caught a few people watching me, then quickly looking away.
My wolf felt uneasy inside me. She could sense tension. Something was wrong.
“Morning, Sophia,” one surgeon finally greeted me, forcing a smile.
“Morning,” I replied.
I told myself I was imagining things. I had consultations scheduled. I didn’t have time to worry about hospital gossip.
During morning rounds, I still
