“She’s in pain. Not eating enough. Not getting enough sleep. The fucking fevers are happening every night.” “I can give her IVs and recommend easily digestible foods, but the cold baths are the safest way to—” “She’s in pain,” Koen snarls, leaning forward over Sem’s desk. I expect the doctor to retreat or show his throat to appease his Alpha’s anger. Instead, his eyes turn hooded with sadness. “I know, Koen. I’m sorry.”
