“Get a doctor now,” I bellowed.
The attendant at the front desk gasped, “Yes, Alpha,” and picked up the phone. I strode past her; no way in hell would I just wait around. Using the flat of my foot, I kicked open the swinging doors.
Melodie ran toward me, rolling a gurney. I lay Josephine on it, and the nurse was already leaning over to strap her on.
“She was drowning. I gave her CPR.” I couldn’t recognize my voice. It sounded agonized, like there were razors in my throat.
Melodie kept her fingers on Josephine’s wrists, and her eyes widened. She reached to open Josphine’s eyes. The elderly pack doctor, Velma, ran up as she pulled on gloves.
“Her vitals are extremely weak,” Melodie mumbled to Velma.
“Let’s get her to the back.”
The doctor and nurse began rolling the gurney away and I stepped forward to follow.
Melodie let go of the bed and got in my way. I growled, and she jerked her head to the side, baring her neck.
“Alpha,” she snapped. “Wewillsave her life, but you need to let us work.”
Bruno gripped my arm, pulling me away. Melodie rushed off, and they disappeared past a second set of swinging doors.
I couldn’t breathe. I staggered until I hit a wall. A boulder took up residence on my chest.
“Duane is still looking for Cierra.” Bruno’s voice sounded far away. He might have been speaking for a while now, but I couldn’t make any sense of it. He kept talking, but it was a buzzing in my ears.
If anything happened to her . . .
I closed my eyes and tipped my head back, fighting the urge to vomit.
“Alpha?”The urgency in the voice ripped me to the present. I inhaled sharply. It took a couple of blinks for me to process the fluorescent lights beaming down.
I’d been catatonic.
Bruno stood at my side while Melodie hovered beside him.
I shoved up to my feet.
“Where is she?” I asked gruffly.
“She’s going to be okay?—”
“Take me to her.” I strode past Melodie, heading toward the swinging doors.
“Wait!” she cried. “She’s still unconscious?—”
I whirled and growled. “I don’t care, take me to my mate.”
Her throat bobbed, and she cringed.
“Yes, Alpha.” She swept past me. “We had to pump her stomach.”
Pump her stomach? They did that usually when there were substances . . .
“She was drugged.”
“Yes, I’ve sent the blood samples to our lab techs to find out exactly what it was, but fortunately, we managed to make her expel everything.”
I yanked my fingers through my hair.
