Ethan's POV
3 AM. My phone buzzed with Sophie's frantic call.
Twenty minutes later, she burst through the emergency room doors, her face pale with panic.
I was sitting slumped outside the examination room, pressing gauze against my arm where they'd just finished stitching me up.
My head throbbed where they'd closed the gash on my scalp—eight stitches, mild concussion, they said. Everything hurt. Bruises covered every inch of my body, and my leg—f**k, my leg had a hairline fracture.
The wolf in me wanted to heal it all immediately, let my Alpha blood knit bone and flesh back together. But I couldn't.
"Ethan!" Sophie dropped to her knees beside me, eyes wide with horror. "Oh my god, what happened? Who did this to you?"
I'd just gotten the painkiller injection, my finge
