POV: Chloe

The phone rang again. Tristan pulled back just enough to check the screen. I watched his expression shift. The warmth vanished. A blank mask slammed into place. He tilted the phone toward me. It read: Pack Hospital Emergency.

Below that was a text from the nurse. Patient E. Moore. Wolf surfacing. Asking for her. Urgent.

His breathing hitched. He stared at the screen like he couldn't believe it.

"Ethan?" my voice was a tiny whisper.

"Not Ethan. His wolf." Tristan stepped back completely. His face hardened. The Alpha armor locked back into place. He grabbed his jacket. "They need you. His wolf only responds to—"

"I know," I...