“We’re taking her into surgery now,” she said, her voice steady despite the gravity of the situation. “There may be internal injuries—damage we can’t treat unless we open her up.”
“Is she going to die?” I asked quietly, not lifting my eyes to meet hers. The question came out like acid, sharp and trembling, but I needed to know.
“I swear to you, I will do absolutely everything within my power to prevent that from happening,” she answered with conviction. “The procedure will take a few hours at least. If there’s anything urgent you need to take care of, now would be the time.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” I told her firmly, shaking my head. “But I do need to speak to your Alpha. This incident—it can’t go unaddressed.”
“He’s already en route,” she replied, giving me a reassuring pat on the b
