Maya’s POV
I worked through the night without pause, my hands steady even as exhaustion tried to crawl its way up my spine. Dawn was breaking when I finally removed my gloves, my fingers trembling from overuse. The last patient had been stabilized. My feet screamed for rest, but I remained standing.
A shadow fell across the tent.
“How many fatalities?” Zane’s voice rang out, his stature authoritative and voice commanding. I was witnessing him in his element for the first time.
He looked every inch the warrior Beta, the playful sarcasm scrubbed clean by the battlefield. He stood tall, blood-splattered armor still on, his face grim but alert. This was the first time I had seen him like this. No jokes. No smirks. Just raw command.
He had certainly earned his position as the Beta of the m
