Victor's POV
Three days later, I stood outside Ava’s hospital room. It was time for her to leave the hospital. The sterile scent of medicine and antiseptic filled the hallway, irritating my wolf’s nose.
Hospitals were uncomfortable places for wolves. Too many scents of weakness, pain, and death.
But I waited. And sure enough, the door opened.
Ava stepped out.
She looked better than she had days ago, though there was still a faint paleness to her skin. My wolf noticed immediately.
She was thinner and weaker. Before I could say anything, Nora rushed forward and grabbed her hand.
“Ava, let’s get out of here,” Nora said quickly. “Ignore this heartless guy.”
Her words were sharp, and her wolf scent carried open hostility. Richard appeared beside Ava next, grabbing her bags and positioni
