Leah
Darien's hand gripped mine as we waited, healers rushing past us in organized chaos. He hadn't spoken since we'd arrived, but I could feel him through the bond. A storm of rage and fear churning beneath a carefully controlled surface.
The doors burst open.
Tracey came through first, her blonde hair matted with dirt and something dark. Behind her, two dire wolves in human form carried Cain on a stretcher between them. His massive frame looked wrong like this. Mangled. His shirt had been torn away, and a jagged wound ran diagonally across his chest, the skin around it blackened as if scorched from the inside.
"Get him on the table," the head healer barked. "Now."
Tracey stumbled as she moved alongside the stretcher, her hand locked around Cain's wrist. One of the healers tried to g
