When I slammed open the atrium door so hard the glass rattled inside the frame, I finally saw her and froze. Leigh was pale and listless, lying motionless on a hot pink yoga mat. She had none of her color, none of her glow, and the sight stopped my heart. I couldn’t move until her chest rose, and it was like someone unlocked my muscles.
I crossed the space in a daze and dropped to my knees at her side, not caring about the hard stone floor.
“What’s wrong? What happened?” I asked. My voice sounded hoarse and guttural to my own ears, but I could barely restrain my wolf. It was no surprise he was pushing, trying to connect with her so she’d shift, fix whatever this mystery malady was.
“She’s going to be okay,” Olivia murmured, resting a cool hand on my forearm, but I flinched back. My wolf
