Mirellie
Right now, someone needed me.
Every other thought vanished as I sprinted across the clinic, reaching the unconscious wolf before anyone else. Two men carefully lowered him onto an empty treatment bed while a woman—his wife, judging by the way she clung desperately to his arm—sobbed beside him.
“Please save him! He just collapsed. He was perfectly fine this morning!”
I immediately checked his pulse. Weak, but steady. His breathing was shallow, his skin damp with sweat, and deep shadows rested beneath his eyes. There were no visible injuries, no bleeding, nothing to suggest trauma.
“How long has he been unconscious?” I asked.
“Only a few minutes,” one of the men replied. “He was unloading timber at one of the construction sites when he suddenly staggered and collapsed. He hasn
