Adina’s POV

The little boy returned with the Pack’s doctor not long after the attacker had vanished through the window. My hands still trembled faintly from the shock, and though the bleeding from my arm had slowed, I could still feel the sting of the knife’s edge beneath my skin. The boy looked up at me, his small face streaked with tears and worry.

“They’re in the room,” I told the doctor quietly, nodding toward the door. My voice was steadier than I felt. “Please… be ...