Sera's POV
The bright morning air in the courtyard faded as Gideon yanked open the heavy oak doors to the infirmary building. He hadn't slowed down for a single second since grabbing my hand near the supply wagons, dragging me past staring pack members and bewildered guards.
As we crossed the threshold into the lobby, Dr. Ian happened to be standing near the main desk, calling a male pack member back for an appointment. He stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes darting between Gideon’s pale, rigid frame and my breathless, flustered expression.
"Alpha, Luna... is everything okay?" Dr. Ian asked, taking in the sheer urgency radiating off us.
"I don't know, Doctor," I huffed, lifting my free hand to point a finger accusingly at Gideon. "Ask him."
Gideon didn't utter a single sound out lou
