The healer’s words hung in the charged air of the healing center hallway. Bella’s heart hammered against her ribs as both she and Damien stared at the older wolf in white robes.
“You’re—” the healer began, but Bella cut him off sharply, stepping forward with surprising strength.
“I’ll review the results privately first,” she said, voice steady despite the storm inside her. She shot the healer a meaningful look, one born of years navigating pack politics. The healer nodded quickly, understanding the unspoken command.
Damien’s obsidian eyes narrowed dangerously. “Isabella, what is this about? Your bloodwork—”
“It’s my concern,” Bella interrupted, turning away from him. “You have Serena and your pup to worry about. Elias needs us both calm right now.”
The mention of Elias worked. The boy
