Freya’s POV
I began to tremble, stomach clenched tight. What the doctor was saying didn’t make sense to me. Ezren was an Alpha. He should be healing faster, not getting worse, even with the wounds and the blood loss.
“Clare, have you ever seen anything like this before?” I asked.
Her sharp features tightened, and her lips pulled down at the corners. “Only in weaker wolves,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest to study Ezren. “He was flatlined for quite a few minutes in the arena before the medics got his heart started again.” She placed a hand on his arm affectionately. “Perhaps there is something wrong with his wolf. That could be part of the problem. I will try to speak with the elders. Maybe they will know something.”
“Yes, that would be wise.”
Grace strode in looking hagga
