Chapter 57

Aisha's POV I was midway through changing the bandages on an older she-wolf's shoulder when the door burst open. "Aisha!" Savannah's voice cracked with panic. "It's Alpha Simon, he's hurt!" Everything in me froze. It felt like the world was coming to an end. The roll of gauze slipped from my fingers and hit the floor. "What?" I breathed. "Where is he?" "In the hall, they just got back, he collapsed and there's so much blood—" I didn't hear the rest. I was already running. My heart thundered louder than my footsteps, and the sterile scent of the infirmary was swallowed by the sharp, metallic tang of blood as I neared the entrance. The world narrowed to a tunnel, everything around me blurred except the image at the end of it—Simon, lying on the ground, his body too still, his shirt soaked in red. "No, no, no—" I dropped to my knees beside him. "Get me a stretcher, now!" "You stupid Buffon. Did I not tell you not to go on any more adventures?" His skin was pale, damp with sweat, but warm,