Adrian
I sit by her bed, the steady, agonizingly slow beep of the heart monitor echoing the hollow beat in my chest. Rhea looks like she’s made of glass, her breath coming in shallow, ragged hitches.
Dr. Vance enters the room again, but he doesn’t look at the monitor this time. He looks directly at me, his face pale. "Alpha, the Silver-Thorn has reached her heart. It’s slowing her pulse down to a dangerous level. Her wolf is fighting, but the poison is winning. If we don't act within the hour, she’ll be gone."
Fuck!
A cold, sharp panic claws at my throat. I stand up, the chair scraping loudly against the floor. "Then do something! Use the serum! Do whatever you have to do!"
"The serum isn't working fast enough," Vance says, his voice trembling slightly. "The nature of this toxin is pa
