Malcolm’s POV

“Fuck...”

I growled under my breath, pacing back and forth like a caged wolf in the sterile hospital corridor, my fists clenched as I waited for the doctor to finish tending to Angie inside that godforsaken room.

My chest heaved with ragged breaths, barely containing the wild fury boiling inside me, threatening to erupt at any moment.

The sharp click of heels echoed from the end of the hallway, snapping my head up. There they were, Beta Imogen and Alpha Isaac, hurrying toward me with faces etched in raw worry, their eyes scanning the scene like predators on high alert.

“Malcolm, what the hell happened?” Beta Imogen demanded,...