Ember Frost’s POV

The werewolf elders continued working in silence, their hands moving quickly as they tried to stabilize Captain Henry’s condition.

No one dared speak.

The room had gone so quiet that even the sound of shifting legs felt loud against the silence.

Then Axel suddenly snapped.

He stepped between the elders and the bed, cutting off their movements with a sharp hand gesture.

“Stop crowding him,” Axel said impatiently. “Can’t you see his condition is getting ...