Waiting rooms

Alpha Sam's POV

The doctor had come out twice to tell me they were still trying to repair the damage to my baby girl. I had stopped staring stoically at the doors after the second time. Now, I am pacing back and forth across the width of the corridor. Spear has been pacing in my mind, making my already out of control anger and anxiety even worse. Carson has slumped down against the wall in the hallway with his head in his hands. Tom and Mylo came back at some point, but I haven't paid much attention to either of them. I know I should be asking about my mate, but I know they would not be here if she wasn’t put in the cells already. I can't stop playing that image in my head. My mates' arms holding my daughter still as she stabbed her straight through the back. The look of shock and fear in my baby's eyes as the blade went in. Her crumpling to the floor, and the smell of her blood in the air. Wait! I freeze in my movement. I smelt blood before she stabbed that knife into her! What the