KATHERINE POV
The scent hit me the moment we stepped through the ER doors—blood, sweat, silver, and panic.
Chaos.
Utter, screaming, crimson-drenched chaos.
I barely had time to assess the line of bloodied stretchers being wheeled in before Darian’s hand landed firmly on my shoulder, anchoring me mid-step.
“You don’t have to do this,” he muttered.
“I have to do this,” I snapped, shaking him off and reaching for a pair of gloves from the wall. “This is my role, my duty. You can go now, I’ll be there safe and sound treating patients.”
“My duty is you,” he growled, following me through the crowded hallway like a silent shadow. “The Alphas told me to chain myself to your damn hip if I had to. I'm not leaving you alone in this mess.”
“Darian—”
“Dr Kat!”
Dr. House’s voice sliced through
