Contd
Alpha Roan.
I prowl the hallway like it owes me money. Her scent is everywhere, a perfume designed specifically to short-circuit my brain. I scrub a hand over my face like I can wipe her out of my synapses. Cynthia’s watching and it pisses me off. I’m only out here to prove her—and to myself—that I’m not hiding. That I’m not frightened by Meluna.
She enters the room first, but Dr. Madeline is already stepping out with the medical kit in hand.
“Oh, Roan?”
Damn it.
She says my name just loudly enough, ensuring everyone in the vicinity knows I’m out here.
“We just finished the transfusion. Luna Sarah is responding exceptionally well to the treatments.” She holds up a chart. “As I look at her chart, Roan… there is a very high percentage chance she will open her eyes very soon.”
