WESLEY POV
“WHERE ARE YOU?” I roared at Sebastian through the mindlink, already through the door of the conference room, leaving the madness behind me.
Nothing mattered beyond getting to him and Haven.
“The hospital,” he told me.
“f**k,” I exclaimed out loud.
I picked up my pace, racing through the packhouse and out the back door. As soon as my feet hit the grass, my Lycan took over, forcing me to shift. My suit tore into pieces as I switched forms, but it didn’t matter. Haven was more important than some stupid stuffy suit.
My Lycan ran the very short distance to the pack clinic faster than he’d ever ran before. And the entire way there, I cursed myself for every decision I’d made since the day I showed her my Lycan. And if my Lycan could talk, I’m pretty sure he’d be cussing me out
