ALEX POV
The stench of blood clung to the pack hospital’s sterile walls, impossible to ignore. It twisted in the air, mixing with the unmistakable scent of disinfectants —a sickly, sharp odour that turned my stomach. My senses were on high alert, sharpened by the adrenaline that hadn’t left my body since we’d found Brittany and Harmony out near the cemetery.
Max carried Brittany’s limp form into the hospital, her skin pale and clammy, her breaths shallow. She should’ve been healing. That wound—though deep—wasn’t fatal, but something was preventing her from getting better. It didn’t sit right with me.
“Put her here,” Dr. Monk instructed, pointing to one of the open beds near the back of the room.
Max hesitated, his gaze fixed on Brittany for a moment longer than was comfortable. His j
