Kari did not care about the gash on her head, even as the doctor insisted she needed a cat scan.
“Without your wolf’s healing abilities, you could have a brain bleed that could lead to further injury,” he tried to explain, his voice calm but strained.
But Kari didn’t care. She wanted Evan. She needed to see him. Through the bond she could still feel him. Faint, flickering, slipping in and out like a dying flame. He was alive, but it was fragile. Too fragile.
No one was listening to her. Hands kept grabbing her, holding her back. Dustin. The doctor. Nurses. Even Mia tried to stop her.
She shoved at them, shouting his name, tears burning her eyes. Her voice sounded hoarse, rough from crying and screaming. The sterile scent of antiseptic filled the air, making her gag. The fluorescent lig
