At the pack hospital, Giselle burst through the doors. The hospital smelled like antiseptic and stale blood. She stood in the center of the infirmary with her fingers curled into trembling fists, trying not to pace holes into the polished tile. The fluorescent lights above buzzed faintly, casting a pale, lifeless glow over everything. It made Enrique’s skin look almost grey as the doctor guided him behind a curtain for examination.
“I want you to check everything,” she had demanded the moment they walked in. “Blood. Heart rate. Toxicology. I don’t care how long it takes. He needs your full attention.”
The pack doctor, an older wolf with silver creeping into his dark hair, had blinked at her intensity. “Miss—”
“He’s the Alpha’s son,” she pressed, unable to stay still. “If there’s even th
