VINCENT

“Alpha Lopez, there’s an urgent situation at the pack house. You’re needed immediately.”

My phone buzzes against my ear as James, my head tracker, speaks with controlled urgency. I glance back at the hospital entrance, barely visible in the distance. Rose is sleeping peacefully now, her vitals stable after this morning’s scare. Kaia is sitting beside her mother’s bed, exhausted but determined to keep watch.

“What kind of situation?” I keep my voice low, stepping further ...