The air in the room was stiff, filled with herbs, tension, and urgency. Sloane lay motionless on the bed, her face pale, streaked with dried blood. Her breathing was shallow, and her wolf…silent.
Alexander stopped by the door, his gaze fixed on her, watching intently as the healers fumbled about with one herb or the other. His fists clenched tightly, thinking back to what had happened. What if he hadn't arrived in the market square when he did? What would have happened?
He ran his fingers through his hair angrily. He should have been there. He knew these people like the back of his hand. They were the monsters his parents created.
The door cracked behind him, and he turned to see his beta, Grant, stepping into the room, his gaze flickering to Sloane on the bed and back to Alexander. He bowed slightly. "Alpha…"
Alexander immediately understood what that meant and stepped outside with the man, leaving Sloane to the healers.
"Tell me."
