Rowan's POV
His eyes found mine, wide, tired, terrified and that was it.
The decision was made itself.
“He’s too weak to stand,” I said, stepping between him and the guards.
“I’ll handle it.”
One of them hesitated. “Protocol says…”
“Protocol can wait,” I cut in.
The other pushed forward, all attitude and no sense.
“No exceptions. Step aside, Draeger.”
I didn’t move. My wolf didn’t like the tone, didn’t like the way he was looking at Ash like he was prey.
“You don’t want to do that,” I warned.
They ignored me.
The tall one stopped right by the bed, gaze running over Ash like he was a damn specimen. “Remove your shirt,” he said.
Ash’s fingers clutched the blanket tighter. His voice was hoarse. “I told you, I’m sick.”
“Won’t take long,” the guard said, reaching for the blanket
