The pack healer strode into the room with purposeful steps, his weathered face etched with concern. I fought the urge to fidget as his sharp eyes assessed me. This was the moment my plan would either succeed brilliantly or crumble completely.
"Dr. Morris," Kaelen greeted stiffly. "Something's wrong with Seraphina. She's... she's not herself."
I curled deeper into the plush pillows, making myself appear small and frightened. The role wasn't difficult to play—my heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird.
"She claims not to know us," Orion explained, his voice hollow. "Says she belongs to Valerius Stone instead."
Dr. Morris approached my bedside, sympathy softening his features. "Hello there, young lady. Mind if I take a look at you?"
I bit my lip and nodded hesitantly. "Will you help me get back to my mate? To Valerius?"
From the corner of my eye, I saw Kaelen's hands clench into tight fists, knuckles whitening with strain.
