Haven’s POV

Veronica paced in front of the ICU, her heels clicking on the floor tiles like marbles.

“She’s too young,” she whispered, almost to herself. “She doesn’t have the experience, may have learned a trick or two from the shaman, but she can’t do it. What if she makes things worse?”

Alpha Neil’s patience snapped. “Enough, Veronica. Age does not measure skill. And let’s be clear—you’re the one who let your clever mouth run and delay Aiden’s treatment. If you had ...