Gray’s POV

The fever hadn’t broken for nearly a week. My body burned every night, sweat soaking into the sheets, but I refused to slow down.

The clan doctor hovered at my side again that morning, worry etched across his face. “Alpha, you can’t keep dismissing this. A fever lasting this long isn’t normal. You need a full examination.”

“I don’t have time,” I said, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed. “I have a flight to catch.”

He pushed his glasses up the bridge of ...