Elijah POV
I helped Ambrosia walk, as she refused to be carried. When she stopped at the base of the stairs, looking like she couldn’t stand much longer, I pressed the back of my hand to her forehead. She was burning up- she felt like fire itself.
Dr. Agile- if there’s no one in critical need of your care right now, could you attend Ambrosia? I linked.
Unfortunately, Alpha, there is. Dr. Agile responded. I’m busy stitching and stabilizing Jerome- but I can be there within the hour.
Within the hour wasn’t good enough, but that’s what we got for being a small pack with only one attending doctor. We’ll be in the Alpha Suite, I replied.
I knew Ambrosia had her own room. I knew she’d rather be in it. However, I could not explain the instinctual burning feeling that was consuming me. I didn
