Evan wasn’t sure how much time had passed. After Dustin forced him back to the pack house to shower and change, they had returned to the hospital. He could barely focus on the conversations happening around him. He was vaguely aware that Mark and George came. Mark had half-dragged Joe from the waiting room, insisting he needed to shower. Only then did Evan register that Joe had still been covered in Kari’s blood.
Mia had sat beside him at some point, taking his hand and curling into the chair to rest her head on his shoulder. Her weight was grounding, something to hold onto while panic clawed at him. Joe returned later and sat across the room, his head buried in his hands.
Ty paced endlessly. George tried multiple times to convince the Alpha to sit, but Ty refused. Evan noticed the way T
