Chapter 78

Eric’s POV The city was waking up when we arrived; lights flickering on, streets still half-asleep. I hated that the world kept moving while she lay silent in my arms. She wasn’t breathing right. Too shallow. Too weak. “Drive faster,” I roared, though the driver was already pushing the limit. My voice didn’t sound like mine. It sounded hollow and broken. The convoy of black SUVs slid to a violent stop in front of the Pack's biggest hospital. Before anyone could open a door for me, I was already out, holding her close, her head tucked under my chin like I could protect her from death itself. People were waiting. Too many of them. Doctors. Nurses. A man in a suit I recognized as the hospital head. “Alpha Eric,” he said quickly, almost bowing. “Everything is prepared. The surgeons are ready.” “Move,” I said. Hands reached for her. I stepped past them. Murmurs followed us down the hall, shoes squeaking on the polished floor, fear thick in the air. They knew better than to touch her without