Aria's POV
I wandered through the dim corridor, my wolf pacing under my skin, alert and protective, every sense stretched taut.
At the front desk, a nurse flinched at the sight of me, pale and trembling."Miss, are you okay?"
I pressed my dry lips together and nodded stiffly."This is the admission form. Which room is Peter in?"
The nurse took the paper and pointed me toward the hallway. I nodded, keeping my wolf tightly coiled beneath my skin, alert for any sign of danger.
"Thank you," I murmured, my voice low and steady, though my chest throbbed with the ache of fear and guilt.
Behind me, the nurse exhaled nervously and patted her chest."My god, with a face that pale, I thought I was staring at a zombie from a horror movie."
I ignored her comment, though my wolf growled low at the
