Ezra
“You can lie down in the next room,” Norton said. But I peeled my lips back, snarling to ward him away. He shook his head and came to stand beside me like my personal guard.
After what seemed like eternity, the head physician finally met us in the hall. “Alpha Ezra,” he said with a shaky demeanor, like I would kill him. Maybe I looked deranged. “She’s stable for now. There were severe bruises, cracked ribs, and a concussion. There was no internal bleeding thankfully. But the next forty-eight hours are critical. If she doesn’t wake up within that time, there’s a risk of her slipping into a coma.”
Dread washed over me. It was so harsh that I stared at his face, my mind going numb. “Do you mean she’s dying?” I asked in a low voice.
The doctor swallowed. “We’ll do everything Alpha E
