Kieran's POV
Lorraine's face was too pale.
Her skin, once sun-kissed and defiant, looked like bleached parchment, drained, fading fast. Her breath came in short, shallow gasps, like her lungs couldn't remember how to function. My arms were soaked in her blood. I didn't know where her wound ended and my panic began.
I didn't think.
I moved.
The world blurred as I sped through the forest, her fragile bo.dy pressed tightly against mine. Branches shattered in my path, the wind screamed past my ears, and my heart beat louder than thunder in my chest.
The academy hospital loomed ahead, sterile white and useless, until now.
The moment I kicked open the doors, the chief medic, a nervous, aging wolf with a streak of gray in his hair, looked up. His eyes widened at the sight of me. He didn't need an introduction. He knew who I was. And more importantly, he knew what it meant when I was the one carrying someone in.
He didn't wait for permission.
