Madison Clarke’s eyes narrowed as she prowled into the recovery ward, her scent spiked with a sharp, artificial concern. "What are you doing? Keep your hands off that device."

Avery didn't look up from the environmental controls of the medical pod. She typed rapidly on her slate, the screen glowing in the dim light: It is freezing in this chamber. Jerome’s wolf is barely holding onto its life-force; if his temperature drops further, his heart will fail.

"A heart failure?" Madison’s voice was like a whip. "The pack healers warned of a fever-burn in this stage of recovery. My father isn't a young pup anymore. A fever could cook his...