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A strained smile curves his lips, and his fingers weave through mine. When he lifts our joined hands, only a few blue sparks dance across our knuckles.
He trembles as he brings our hands to his lips. “Come on, you can do better than that.”
I struggle to lift my wand, but it falls from my numb fingers.
Tris’s head lifts, and he yells, “Drive faster!”
“We’re almost there.” Tension fills Haut’s voice, and I try to look at him, but my head refuses to move.
The only sounds in the car come from the hum of the engine and the occasional muffled sob from Delilah. Tris keeps our hands pressed to his lips, worry etching his features as the blue sparks slowly fade.
The tires screech as Haut slams to a halt, barely waiting for it to come to a complete stop before he leaps out to yank open the back door. He reaches in to take me from Tris, cradling me against his broad chest.
As my forehead presses against the racing pulse in his neck, I whisper, “Bad wolf. So greedy to get your hands on me.”
A thick laugh leaves him. “Every time I take them off you, you’re getting in trouble, bad puppy.”
The clinic’s door swings open, and Dr. Lopez’s eyes widen before she motions for us to hurry inside.
In the examination room, Haut gently places me on the bed. Dr. Lopez brings over a metal pole with a bag of clear fluid hanging from it while Tris swabs my arm with alcohol.
Rodney comes running inside, bags of blood in his hands. His eyes widen in alarm when he sees me on the bed, and a tremor goes through his body.
“Bring it over here,” Dr. Lopez snaps as she examines me. “I don’t see a wound. Where is she bleeding from?”
“Zane closed the bite,” Delilah says from where she hovers in the doorway. “My brother? Is he alive?”
Dr. Lopez pushes up my eyelids and waves a light in my eyes. “He’s doing better than Rowe is. He’s in exam room one if you want to be with him.”
Haut catches Dr. Lopez’s eyes, his voice steady but filled with desperation. “Can you save her?”
She takes the bags of blood from Rodney and adds them to the metal pole. “It’s bad. But it’s a good sign that she’s still awake. I’ll do everything I can.”
Tris attaches monitors to me, and a slow beep fills the room.
Exhaustion drags my eyelids down, but a sting in my arm brings them back open. Tris and Dr. Lopez move around me in a whirlwind of activity, while Rodney hovers in the corner, his eyes wide and unblinking.
A warm blanket drapes over my body, and I realize shivers wrack through me, but I can’t feel my limbs. I want to look for Haut and Delilah, but I can’t move my head, and my focus remains on Rodney, who shifts from one foot to the other with discomfort. A quiet whine joins the beeping, and Rodney tries to look away from me, but even though he turns his head, his eyes stay fixed on me.
“Just leave,” Haut barks, making the other man jump. “Stay close, though, in case we need more blood.”
Rodney dips his head and scurries from the room. With my point of focus now gone, my eyes close again, and distantly, I hear the beeping stop.
White light floods behind my eyelids, and a tall figure steps forward. Grandma Wendall, strong and vibrant.
Her hands reach toward me, and I race forward, yearning to feel her embrace again.
But instead of drawing me against her plump bosom, she shoves me backward. “Now is not your time, Rowe.”
I gasp in a breath, my lungs on fire, and fluorescent lights blind me.
“She’s back.”
“Stay with us, Rowe,” Haut commands.
“Not the Alpha,” I mumble.
“You tell him, sparky,” Tris says, his voice thick.
