Chapter 80

Selah

My heart pounded against my ribs as I raced through the hospital corridors. The sterile smell of antiseptic burned my nostrils.

Cassian stood outside the operating room, his normally stoic face twisted with worry. His eyes flashed with the amber glow typical of distressed werewolves.

"Miss Selah," he said, his voice breaking. "The old man isn't doing well. His wolf nature is fading. His hear