Fear filled the attacker’s eyes as he stammered, “We’re just paid to do this… nobody told us we’d face… face a Gained One…”
Dominic contacted the Delta team through his earpiece: “Protect the wolf pack. Don’t let anyone get hurt.”
Dominic’s expression became even more serious. “This means someone is using Elizabeth’s funeral as cover, possibly trying to instigate conflict between packs.”
He quickly made a decision, handing me his family ring. “Take Raymond to the hospital, protect yourself and the ring. I’ll find father and mother.”
Seeing I was about to protest, he added, “Lucas needs at least one parent with him. I’ll return to you both as soon as I can, but right now I must evacuate everyone first. Raymond needs immediate medical attention–head wounds are serious even for werewolves.”
I nodded reluctantly, knowing he was right. I took the ring, clutching it tightly. Dominic bent down to pick up one of the attackers‘ earpieces and ID tags, preparing to disguise himself to infiltrate back and protect the other leaders.
“Be careful,” I said softly, my heart full of concern for his safety.
Dominic gently touched my cheek. “You too. Remember your training, stay alert. I’ll keep in touch through our bond.”
My hands gripped the steering wheel of Dominic’s Maybach with white–knuckle intensity as I navigated through traffic. In the rearview mirror, Raymond’s unconscious form lay across the back seat, his breathing shallow, blood still seeping from the head wound despite my makeshift compression bandage.
I pressed a button on the steering wheel, activating the car’s secure communication system. “Dr. Winters, this is Rebecca. Raymond’s been attacked–blunt force trauma to the head. He’s unconscious and losing blood. We’ll be at Silvercrest in ten minutes. Please prepare for immediate surgery.”
“I’ll have a team ready at the emergency entrance,” Dr. Winters replied, her voice calm but urgent. “What’s his current condition?”
“Breathing is shallow but steady. Pulse is weak.” I swallowed hard, the metallic scent of blood filling the car. “The bleeding has slowed but hasn’t stopped. He hasn’t regained consciousness since the attack.”
As I maneuvered through traffic, cutting across lanes with a precision I didn’t know I possessed, my mind raced.
“This isn’t a coincidence,” I whispered to myself, pressing harder on the accelerator as the light turned yellow. “Someone is systematically attacking us.”
A car honked as I cut in front of it, but I barely registered the sound. My focus narrowed to a laser point: get Raymond to the hospital, then ensure Lucas was safe. I caught a glimpse of my eyes in the rearview mirror and nearly swerved in shock. They were no longer their usual gray–green but had taken on an amber–gold hue, my wolf responding to the threat against my pack.
The hospital came into view, and I felt a momentary relief. I reached out through our bond, trying to connect with Dominic. “Please be safe. I love you.”
I couldn’t tell if he received my message. The connection felt strained, distant–as if something was interfering. The thought sent a fresh wave of anxiety through me.
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Chapter 234
“Hold on, Raymond,” I said to the unconscious Delta in my backseat. “We’re almost there,”
-90
The emergency entrance of Silvercrest Medical Center was a flurry of controlled activity as I screeched to a halt at the curb. Dr. Winters herself stood at the head of a trauma team, rushing forward as I exited the car.
“He’s in the back,” I said, moving quickly to open the rear door.
Two male nurses gently extracted Raymond from the vehicle, transferring him to a waiting gurney. Dr. Winters immediately began her assessment, her experienced hands moving with practiced efficiency.
“Significant cranial trauma,” she muttered, shining a penlight into Raymond’s unresponsive eyes. “Possible fracture at the occipital region. Get him to CT immediately, priority on the head scan. I want to rule out intracranial bleeding.”
The team moved with coordinated precision, wheeling Raymond into the building.
Just before the doors closed behind them, Dr. Winters turned to me. Her eyes, sharp and assessing, took in my disheveled appearance and the blood staining my clothes.
“Ms. Brown, do you need medical attention as well?” she asked, her gaze lingering on my hands, which were still smeared with Raymond’s
blood.
I shook my head. “I’m fine, but our pack is under attack. I need to get back to protect Lucas.”
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