Chapter 3It's cold, my chest is cold. I inhale and moan in pain when the act causes my chest to twist with every pressured breath I take in. My eyes feel like lead as I try to see through the darkness. Another whimper escapes my lips when I feel a slight pinch on my stomach. A steady voice speaks, “She's responsive, Alpha.” He says. My nose twitches as I try to discover where exactly I am. The smell of antiseptic is sharp in the air. I perceive wood and fur, the general scent accredited to werewolves but what I realize is missing is the familiar smell of home, my pack, my family. My body reacts immediately, my hind limbs kicking frantically as my mind switches into flight mode. “The patient seems to be having a seizure, doctor.” An authoritative female voice alerts and I'm immediately surrounded by hands, multiple strong holds pull down my wolf and I growl in pain, fighting even harder. “Do something to stop this, Banks!” The same female voice orders. “Yes, Alpha. The drugs sh
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