The next time Lyra walked into his room, she didn’t bother with a knock.She’d just finished a triple case—one Beta stab wound, one rogue with internal wolfsbane burns, one Council cousin with a heart that thought it was a time bomb. Her shoulders ached. Her brain thrummed.She wanted a shower, coffee, and twelve hours of oblivion.Instead, she had him.Aiden looked like he’d been waiting.He sat propped against the raised head of the bed, bare forearms resting on his thighs, IV line trailing from one hand. The room felt too small around him, like it always had, but the sense of contained power was frayed now. His wolf lay closer to the surface, eyes brighter, movements a hair too sharp.“Dr. Hale,” he said, as if they hadn’t dragged old bones out into the light yesterday.“Voss,” she replied, efficient. “Any new chest pain? Shortness of breath? Neurological weirdness outside the usual?”“Nothing you didn’t already break,” he said.She ignored it and reached for his chart. The monitor
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