Zeph's Pov
"I don't have twenty-four hours," I growl, and I feel my wolf rising in my voice. "I need to leave now."
"Sir—"
"I'm f*****g fine," I snarl, and this time I let the alpha command bleed into my words. It's a compulsion and a power that makes lesser wolves obey without question. It works on humans too, though not as strongly. "I'm checking myself out. Get the discharge papers and get the hell out of my way."
The doctor's face goes blank. "Yes, sir," he says automatically, and turns to leave.
Zayn watches him go, then looks at me with raised eyebrows. "That was subtle."
"I don't have time for subtlety," I mutter as I stare at Kestrel who is now fast asleep on my lap.
It takes another thirty minutes to get the paperwork sorted. Zayn has to support me with a wheelchair becaus
