Your leg is on fire, soaked in blood that won’t stop spilling between Rhory’s fingers as he presses down hard, cursing under his breath.

“The Pack’s hospitals are full,” Thiago growls, phone pressed to his ear, voice sharp with frustration. “No one can take her in time.”

Your head is spinning, but even through the haze, you understand what’s happening. There’s only one option left. — The bright hospital lights burn against your eyelids. The smell is different here... Enemy territory.

You try to sit up, but a firm hand presses against your shoulder.

“Don’t move.”

The voice is smooth, controlled. Familiar.

Your vision clears just enough to make out Logan, standing at the edge of your bed. He looks almost untouched by the night’s chaos—his dark shirt barely wrinkled, his expression calm. But his eyes… they tell a different story.

“I only made a deal little thing.”

Your eyes flick toward the door, where Rhory and Thiago should be storming in any second. But they don’t.

“They’re outside,” Logan answers your unspoken question, stepping closer. “They weren’t exactly thrilled, but I agreed to let you be treated under one condition”

“That I stay with you.”

He studies you, amusement flickering behind his gaze as if he can sense your unease. “Don’t look so worried,” he murmurs. “I don’t bite.”