Varen
The sterile scent of disinfectants clung to the hospital walls like a second skin, cold and impersonal. It made the pit in my stomach churn. I hated hospitals. Hated how they felt like places of waiting—for life or death.
I was the first to storm toward the doctor, her white coat fluttering as she backed up a step. She knew who we were. Everyone did. But even knowing I was supposed to be the "calmest" of my brothers didn't put her at ease.
"What's the issue?" I snapped, trying and failing to keep the rough edge out of my voice.
She swallowed hard, her eyes flickering toward the corridor as if praying someone else would step in and save her. "She's out of danger," she said quickly. "Your mate—Josie—is stable. But... she needs blood."
My entire body locked at that. My jaw clenched so tight it ached. "Take mine," I said, stepping forward.
Thorne's voice came low behind me, steady and commanding. "She only needs one person's blood. Let Kiel do it."
