**Anna's POV:**

The pack hospital corridor smells like antiseptic and something older underneath it — the specific animal warmth of a building full of wolves in distress. I get three steps past the entrance before a medic steps into my path, both hands up, and I have to stop because he's three times my size and I am not, technically, pack.

"Emergency unit is closed," he says. "Family only."

"Where is he." I hear my own voice. It's quieter than ...