ZIRA

We burst into the pack hospital with James and Hunter holding Isaiah up while I applied pressure to his wound. The hospital was a bit busy with Alaia’s little sleeping potion victims. Doctor Callie directed us to an empty room, and they laid Isaiah on the bed.

I kept the pressure on his wound as one of the nurses tried to take over. I wasn’t sure what was wrong with me, but I didn’t want to move. I didn’t want him to die. It wasn’t until James touched my shoulders that I let the nurse do her job.

“He’s going to be okay, Zira,” James said while pulling me...