Unknown's pov

Conan's heart thumped like a war drum as he sprinted through the pack house. He held Lorenzo's motionless body close to his chest. His Alpha, his friend, didn't respond, a lifeless weight that seemed to increase with every step.

Lorenzo was a strong man, the picture of power and guidance, but now he lay helpless and out cold.

Conan felt fear rise up threatening to take over, but he pushed it away. He zeroed in on one goal: to get Lorenzo to the pack clinic.

Conan raced through the pack house hallways heading to the clinic. His mind was in disarray, with images of Lorenzo's fall replaying over...