Kieran's POV
Astrid's voice cut through the air like a blade.
"That's enough."
But it wasn't.
Not even close.
My fists were clenched, claws still extended, and my wolf howled for blood. The tight control I usually held, effortlessly, was slipping with every breath. The echo of the doctor's words kept playing in my skull.
She might not last the night.
My vision blurred red.
She couldn't die. Not like this. Not in a sterile room reeking of failure and rot. Not because I wasn't fast enough. Not because I dismissed that instinct in the woods. I should have known. I did know.
I took a step forward.
Astrid didn't move. "I said...."
I lunged.
My fist sliced through the air like a bullet, aimed straight at her skull.
She barely twisted out of the way, the blow grazing her shoulder and cracking the wall behind her.
The scent of dust and blood mixed in the corridor.
Her eyes narrowed. "You've lost your damn mind."
I didn't answer.
