KYLIAN
I hit the door of the clinic, ready to break the door down. The pack doctor should’ve been there by now, but the doors were locked. “Come on!” I growled.
Cyrenia was weak and unmoving in Myles’ arms. I didn’t know how long she had before her body succumbed to her injuries. I pounded on the door harder. A light flipped on inside, and Doctor Bazz rushed to the door, unlocking it for us. He was in a dark blue robe and pajamas.
He took one look at Cyrenia, and his eyes widened. “Goddess, what happened?”
“I don’t know, but she needs help now,” I said.
Doctor Bazz nodded and motioned us to follow him to a patient's room. “Set her down on the bed.”
Myles followed the doctor’s orders, but he didn’t let her go. He held her hand, love for her written all over her face. I wanted to step
