PERSEFONE POV
We were moved to the pack hospital after that, because apparently Doctor Immacolati had a strict policy against treating supernatural idiots over pancakes.
His words, not mine.
Although, unfortunately, accurate.
He did not ask if we wanted to go. He did not negotiate with my mates, which was probably wise, and he definitely did not seem impressed by the three lethal males following me down the hallway like a private execution squad with cracked ribs and attachment issues.
Bloodclaw wolves parted for us.
Some stared.
Some pretended not to.
One young warrior took one look at Thane’s face and suddenly became extremely interested in the wall.
Smart boy.
I kept walking because stopping would have meant admitting my legs were trembling, and I was not emotionally availabl
