“Lead the way.”
Even with the screaming and barking of orders, the ER had taken on a rhythmic chaos. Like a battlefield orchestra—clanging metal trays, groaning patients, the sharp scent of antiseptic over blood and smoke.
Room four was worse than the last.
The bone jutted through the skin, white against the warrior’s tan leg. Sweat rolled down his face. I caught his gaze—green, bloodshot, defiant.
“You’re not knocking me out,” he said through gritted teeth.
“I wasn’t planning on it.”
He blinked. “You’re not?”
“No. I need your wolf awake and ready to heal once we realign it. But if you scream, I will sedate you just out of spite.”
He let out a bark of laughter that turned into a grunt of pain. “You’re savage.”
“You should meet my beast, I’m kind compared to her.,” I said. “On thre
