Luka POV
"Get the door, Bexley," I growled, my voice cutting through the heavy silence of the medical wing.
My Lycan did not answer with words. He just bared our teeth, his massive claws scraping against the cold lino floor. We stood fixed between the door and Betty's bed. Her breathing was too shallow. Too quiet.
My mobile vibrated twice in my pocket. A mindlink from Mitchell smashed into my brain a second later.
Adriel is down. Out cold. The northern perimeter is breached.
Every muscle in my back locked. I did not look at the screen. I kept my eyes drilled on the heavy oak door.
"She is coming," Bexley warned, his mental voice a rough snarling mess inside my skull. "I smell copper. And dead flowers."
"We do not move from this spot," I muttered back.
Thirty minutes passed in total
