Nathan's POV
The smell of antiseptic and blood hit me the moment I stormed into the hospital.
Everything was chaos: nurses running, healers chanting low spells, and the echo of stretchers rolling across the floor.
"Hailee!" I barked at the woman behind the counter. "She was just brought in from an accident!"
The nurse looked startled but quickly pointed down the hallway. "Emergency wing, third door to your right!"
I didn't wait for another word. I ran.
When I reached the corridor, Callum was already there, pacing. His hands were bloody from helping the rescue team. His usually calm face was pale, tight, and hollow.
The moment he saw me, he looked up. Before either of us could speak, another figure appeared from the opposite side.
Dane.
Of course, this was his pack hospital. The moment word spread of the crash, he must have gotten the news.
"Nathan," he said quietly, his eyes searching mine. "I just heard. They're all in there."