Knox ~

The waiting is a living hell. The medical staff closed off the viewing area, meaning we were waiting in the corridor outside the theatre room.

My body had sunk me to the floor and I hadn't moved since. I planned to stay here for as long as it took to complete her operation.

My knees were up as my hands pulled on to my hair. My wolf was whimpering internally, his own agony distressing me even further.

Over and over I kept playing out what must have happened, how long she must have been alone for... how I was going to make a playful comment until I realised she was in immense pain.

Alpha Hector's eyes keep moving into a mind-link only for it to be cut short and a growl to escape him. He was pacing the corridor, my assumption that his mate kept pushing him out of the mind-link. He was barely keeping it together.

We had been here for hours, with no news...no update. Jaxon just as frantic, he must have tried Jace's number hundreds of times. Poor Jace, when he finally sees his phone, the number of missed calls with send him into a frenzy. But he was right to do so, he needs to be here... he needs to know.

She's going to be okay, she has to be. The silver bullets won't have poisoned her. As soon as they get those out, she'll start to recover...she has to. I'm not prepared to hear any other words but that she will make it through. Alora stands at the end of the corridor, Ezra holding her as she cries onto his shoulder. The sound not doing any of us any good. Each time Hector paces the corridor, he stops, turning and sending a scowl in Alora's direction. The tension was tangible, taste-able on the tip of my tongue. We were all worried, we were all wrecks.

"Can you just stop!" Hector growls out towards his mate's sister. Her eyes look his way, pain registering in them before Ezra acts fast; removing her from the situation. Removing her from the almighty alpha's firing line.

As soon as the doors are closed, silence settles back over us and I think I preferred her sobbing, it stopped my mind from spiralling. Flashbacks now appearing of Josie dying in my arms.

The head of emergency arrived a few minutes after Josie went into theatre, by which point Doctor Abel had already commenced surgery. But he and is team went in to assist, they had been on the pack run, they had seen her collapse in the meadows. Thank the goddess that Doctor Abel chose not to run, that he was ready...had gotten word through the pack link of what had happened.

Otherwise the other hosptail staff wouldn't have been prepared. Most of them were still in their naked human forms as they pushed past the doors into the operating theatre.

After what feels like an eternity, the head of emergency opens the theatre door...the room completely empty again.

I stand onto my feet again but they aren't as strong as they were this morning, when I knew my future...knew I was going to leave and not look back...no matter how much it would have pained me. She would be safe.

Now....now I don't know what to do. My decision had been purely based on that key fact...keeping her safe. But I'm a fool, she is the daughter of the most powerful alphas in the shifter community, perhaps she would never be safe.

With a wobble of the knees, I stand. Peeking into the room, it was sterile clean... no evidence of the alphas daughter being on the operating table. No signs of blood.

The only evidence being my own hands, which were stained a crimson red.novelbin

The doctor exits into the corridor, his head hung low. I'm waiting for the reassuring smile, that she is going to make it through that she had been strong...because she is strong.

He clears his throat, Hector, who had been pacing now notices him, as he turns hopeful of a positive update.

"Alpha...the silver bullets have been removed, but Miss Josie was already too far gone...I'm sorry." His words seem to be of a language I can't understand, a code I can't decipher. These were not the words any of us were expecting.

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