ROMAN'S POV
I was torn between frustration and jealousy. There was no goddamn justification for Harper's action. He had no right, shouldn't have stood up for that werewolf.
I was going to deal with that much later. Father needs to get better first. My gaze swept over the pack's doctor. “I'm going to stay behind and watch him.”
“Me too.” Christopher and Roman chorused.
The doctor's gaze bounced over all three of us before it settled on Christopher. He lifted his shoulders, “Fine. If that's what you want.”
“Precisely.” Christopher drawled.
He gave us a curt nod and walked out of the ward. Harper hung around father's bedside before he propped himself against the edge of the bed. Christopher walked to the refrigerator at the far end of the room, and pulled out a chill bottle of water
