Samantha

I stopped in the doorway and observed the room.

Gabriel stood near the window, arms crossed, his countenance was that of worry. Beside him, closer to the bed, stood my parents. Mom had her hand pressed to her mouth, her eyes on Logan with an expression she wasn't bothering to manage. Dad stood behind her with one hand on her shoulder, his face doing the thing it did when he was being strong on behalf of someone else.

Alpha Ezra was against the far wall, arms folded, watching Logan ...