Elin's POV

The waiting room is too small for three Alphas and their pride. Grayson sits beside me on the vinyl couch, his warmth steady against my shoulder. Aaron paces near the window, his reflection ghosting across the glass with each pass. Keanu leans against the wall, arms crossed, watching his Alpha with tired eyes.

I pull my knees up, wrapping my arms around them. The fluorescent lights hum overhead, too bright, too sterile. Everything smells like disinfectant and fear.

Aaron stops ...