KANE’S POV

I left the examination room with my hands shoved deep into my coat pockets. The smell of antiseptic and blood in the air made my wolf restless inside me.

He kept pacing and snarling. I hated hospitals — their smell, their coldness.

“Alpha Kane…” Dan hurried over. He looked panicked as always. He started spraying disinfectant around me, trying to “clean” the air before I snapped.

I gave him a hard look. “Enough.”

He froze mid-spray, lowering his hands slowly. ...