The first guard wrote again, slower this time.
[He is under medical care. Leave.]
“I’m his mother!” I choked, tears already spilling. “How can you stop a mother from seeing her own child?”
Silence.
I pressed my forehead against the cold wall, struggling not to fall apart. How did it come to this? How could this pack be so cruel… and Adrian even more so?
Footsteps suddenly echoed down the hall.
I turned sharply.
Alpha Adrian was there—with Mira beside him.
My breath caught.
“Please,” I said quickly, wiping my face. “Let me see him. Ezra is sick. He needs me. You can’t keep me out like this.”
Adrian didn’t look moved at all. He lifted his hands and signed slowly, deliberately.
[He requires doctors, Elira. Not you. Don’t interfere.]
I shook my head violently. “That’s ridiculous! He’s just a child! He needs comfort, not just medicine! He needs his mother!”
Mira gently slid her arm through his like she belonged there and glanced at me with a soft, fake pity.
“You’ll only upset things,” she said calmly. “Just wait.”
“I said I’m his mother!” My voice rose, breaking completely.
“Enough.” Adrian’s tone turned sharp. He signaled to the guards. “Keep her out. No exceptions.”
Then they walked in.