Chapter 62

Aisha's POV The silence between Alpha Harold and me was brittle, on the verge of breaking. He sat stiffly on the exam table, sweat dotting his temple, jaw clenched to mask the tremors wracking his body. The infection was worse than I feared. The redness had spread up his ribs, lacing dangerously close to his heart. "You need to tell me everything," I said, folding my arms tightly over my chest. "No more vague deflections. How did this happen, Harold?" He hesitated, glancing at the door. That was when she burst in. "Get away from him!" I barely had time to register the blur of movement before a powerful gust of air struck me square in the chest, knocking me back into a tray of instruments. Metal clattered to the floor, and I gasped, winded. Simon's growl split the air. "Stand down!" he barked, stepping between me and the furious she-wolf who had just stormed in like a tempest. She was tall, striking, and undeniably dangerous. Her eyes blazed golden as she stalked forward, canines flashi