Delilah's POV
Margaret was already moving while snapping orders as Stella and Cara rushed to prepare the main exam table. Two more warriors came through the door supporting a third between them, and my stomach dropped when I saw who it was.
Mateo.
Blood soaked through his shirt on his left side while dripping onto the floor as they half-carried, half-dragged him to the table. His face was pale but his eyes were alert, jaw clenched tight against the pain.
"What happened?" Margaret demanded while already cutting away his shirt to expose the wound.
"Rogue tried to cross the border," one of the warriors said, breathing hard like he'd been running. "Mateo intercepted. Thing caught him with its claws before we could take it down."
The wound was deep with three parallel gashes across his ri
