Ava's POV
Two security guards and a doctor were pushing a woman and a young boy toward the exit. The boy couldn’t have been older than seven or eight.
He was painfully thin.
His wolf’s scent was faint. He seemed very weak.
An IV tube still dangled from his arm, the needle taped clumsily to his fragile skin. He could barely stand. Each step looked like it might collapse him.
My wolf froze.
“Leave now,” one of the guards said coldly. “Or we’ll call the enforcers.”
The woman collapsed to her knees on the floor, sobbing uncontrollably.
“Please!” she cried. “If we leave, he’ll die!” Her voice cracked with desperation.
“I’ll find a way to pay the bills, I swear! Just give us more time!”
The doctor sighed impatiently, clearly annoyed.
“Madam,” he said sharply, “this isn’t about the bil
