Damian's POV
I didn't let him finish. I was already moving, my bare feet slapping against the cold tile as I headed for the door. Pain shot through my side where the wound was still healing, but I ignored it.
"Alpha, wait!" Rick called after me. "You should probably put on some—"
I didn't care. Didn't care that I was in a hospital gown. Didn't care that my side was screaming in protest. Didn't care about anything except getting to Aria.
I made it maybe ten feet down the hallway when I heard her.
"Where is he? Please, I need to see him—"
Her voice was raw, desperate, shattered, and it sent electricity shooting down my spine. I turned the corner just in time to see her.
God, she was a mess.
Her hair had fallen out of what must have been a ponytail, dark strands stic
