Camellia's POV
The moment I heard the voice on the phone, I snatched it back from Esmond.
"I'll be there right away!"
Esmond grabbed my hand. "I'm coming with you."
Without giving me a chance to refuse, he pulled me toward the door.
I tried to shake him off but failed, and I couldn't help but frown.
My mind was too preoccupied with worry for Ernest to argue with Esmond, so we rushed to the werewolf hospital together.
The smell of disinfectant mixed with the sweet, metallic tang of wolf toxin inhibitors filled the hallway. The harsh overhead lights cast shadows under Esmond's brow.
He gripped my wrist as we passed through the automatic doors of the intensive care unit, his knuckles almost crushing my bones.
"Let go!" I yanked my hand free, nearly knocking over a nurse's cart.
Lyra
