POV: Olivia
The clinic smelled nothing like the pack infirmary.
No wolfsbane. No blood. No tang of silver scalpels. Just antiseptic and the faint lavender scent of the hand sanitiser Hana carried everywhere.
I sat on the exam table with paper crinkling under me, hands clamped tight in my lap. My stomach churned, though I couldn’t tell if it was nerves or nausea.
The room was too clean. Too human. Out in the hall, a receptionist tapped on a keyboard. Somewhere in the city, sirens wailed, echoing faintly through the thin glass. For the first time in my life, there was no Alpha’s shadow pressing down on me. No pack eyes watching every breath.
And still—I couldn’t shake the feeling that someone had followed me here.
“Deep breath,” Hana said gently, snapping on gloves. Her dark hair was t
