Nicholas scooped her up in his arms and ran with her. I followed, and once we reached the general hospital, I shapeshifted, and the guard there gave me shorts. 

... 

Standing still, like a statue, is Nicholas. He is still soaked, his cold glare riveted at the emergency room his mate is in. He still has a murderous aura around him. His parents and siblings are here, too, watching him as though they are scared he will snap and murder everyone. No one wants that. No one. 

My Dad, Danford, the former king's right-hand man, walks up to us. He was out there investigating and trying to get details about...