The air in the pack hospital was sterile and quiet, save for the rhythmic beeping of machines. Chanel hesitated in the doorway of Devon’s room, her heart pounding. She hadn’t planned on coming here, but the pull of the bond had grown unbearable. It was as though every part of her was screaming to see him, to make sure he was okay.
Vanessa’s words from earlier echoed in her mind: “You’re his mate, Chanel. If anyone can reach him, it’s you.”
Taking a deep breath, she stepped into the room.
Devon lay still on the bed, his broad frame looking almost too big for the space. His usually vibrant brown skin had paled slightly, and dark circles shadowed his closed eyes. Tubes and wires connected him to the machines, a stark reminder of just how fragile his condition was.
Chanel’s throat tightene
