Jeremy’s POV
Family matter.
The words detonate in my skull, clean and catastrophic, and everything snaps into alignment with a clarity so sharp it draws blood. Rage doesn’t rise. It drops. Straight through my chest, absolute and crushing, dragging my wolf down with it.
Not needing another word, I turn and bolt, the sergeant shouting after me, protocol spilling from his mouth like it matters. I ignore him. I know how policing and how the law works, and if I wait for them, Claire bleeds longer. That truth outweighs every rule he could throw at my back.
The sickness hits me mid-stride, violent and sudden, my body folding inward as bile claws its way up my throat. The gammas catch me by both arms without breaking pace, bracing me, hauling me forward as I gag and swallow it back down. There
