A sharp breath escaped Dr. Donovan, who was reviewing patient charts beside her. “That looks bad,” he muttered, then immediately waved over a passing nurse. “Go inform Alpha Reed. If his future Luna limps around like this and we ignored it, we’ll all hear about it later.”
Adriana’s head snapped up. “No—wait, don’t call him—”
But the nurse had already hurried down the corridor before she could finish.
She exhaled, shoulders sagging. After a brief hesitation, she reached for her communication stone and sent Nathanie a message.
[Someone noticed my ankle and sent a nurse to tell you. I tried to stop them. Please don’t make a fuss over it.]
She stared at the screen afterward, waiting for the faint glow that would signal his reply.
Nothing came.
When the nurse returned several minutes later, her steps were slower this time. She avoided Adriana’s eyes at first.
“Alpha Reed said he’s aware,” she began carefully. “But… Lady Olivia is in his office. They’re talking. He didn’t say he would come.”
The room seemed to grow smaller.
Adriana kept her gaze lowered, focusing on the edge of her desk as though the grain of the wood required intense study.