The medic wing exploded into chaos the moment Beau shoved through the doors with Jack in his arms.
Warriors in the hall froze mid step. Conversations died. Plates clattered to the floor. One young recruit went pale as snow and whispered, “Alpha heir. Oh gods.” Another stepped back so fast he hit the wall.
Beau did not slow for any of them.
“Move,” he snarled.
Warriors scrambled aside. Some pressed themselves against the walls. Others bowed instinctively, fear rolling off them in sharp waves.
I stayed wrapped around Jack, my arms locked tight around his shoulders. My cheek was pressed to his cold skin. If Beau had tried to set him down, I would have bitten him. If anyone else tried to take him, I might have ended them.
We reached the main medic bay and a cluster of healers rushed forw
