Damien's POV~
The doctor's words, “Only four hours! — echoed in my ears as I fled the hospital, my heart racing with urgency.
Elara’s pale, adorable, and broken face followed me everywhere, her grateful little wish that I would save her father pushing me to keep going. I needed to get to the healer, the only person in the Vellex Pack with the kind of power to pull Gideon from the edge. I hopped into the rented car, the engine coming to life underneath me as I raced toward pack lands, but the city had other plans. The roads were packed with traffic, car horns honking while I clenched the wheel so tight my knuckles were pale. I checked the dashboard clock — an hour had already passed. Time was running out, along with Gideon’s prospects.
Panic raked at my ribs, my wolf snapping and growling under my flesh, screaming for me to go faster. I couldn’t sit here, locked up in this metal cage while Elara waited, relying on me. I had an impulse response, turning into a side street and parking in
