Wait! Don’t let her die!” The voice sounded eerily close to Taya’s, and she was sure she was hallucina in her mind.
“Who…who are you?” Harper’s voice sounded startled, and Taya could tell that something was off. The little bit of adrenaline from the moment kept her hanging onto her last thread of life. “I’m here to save her,” the woman said again.
What do you mean? Do you have a heart?” Stella asked. Taya had forgotten she was still in the room. “No, I have something better.” That…made no sense.
“I’m afraid the only thing that can help her at this time is to receive a new heart,” Stella said. “Who are you?” Harper asked in a gruff voice.
Taya didn’t need to see her eyes to know that Harper’s wolf was on edge and that something was wrong. In a silent request to fill her in, Taya squeezed her hand.
“She looks just like you,” Harper What? That made no sense. How could she look like Taya? Her brain spun in circles as she tried to contemplate what that could mean.
As she was trying to figure it out, the woman answered. “I’m her older sister,” the woman said. “I’m here to save her.”
“You aren’t going to give her the heart out of your own chest, so how to you plan to do that?” Stella challenged.
“I’m so glad I found you in time.” Taya felt the air change beside her, and then two hands were clasping her other hand that Harper wasn’t holding.
A low warning growl came from Harper’s side of the bed, and Taya could almost feel her stiffen beside her. “You’re…” Harper’s whispered word trailed off. “Yes. I’m a wolf,” the woman confirmed.
“You must do exactly as I say. Quickly. I can change her, and then her wolf will heal her.” “Where have you been all these years? How did you find her? Was she always supposed to be a wolf?”
Harper rattled off questions until the woman cut her off again. “I’m telling you, we have to do this NOW! We’re running out of time. I’ll answer all of your questions later!” Stella cut in.
“What do we need to do?” The woman started barking orders, and while Taya could sense that Harper didn’t like what was happening, she was giving over control of the situation to Stella and the woman.
Harper’s wolf was wary as it paced just below the surface, and she eyed the other woman as she spoke to Stella.
Stella was going along with it, so Harper decided to see what would happen. She’d never heard of someone being able to change someone else. Human bodies were too weak to go through a transformation like that.
Did that mean Taya truly was a shifter but something had kept her wolf at bay? Harper definitely believed that the woman was Taya’s sister.
They looked just alike; there was no way it was just a coincidence. She had so many questions, but right now, if there was any way Taya could be saved, that was most important.
“I need a knife, wolfsbane, holy water…” Harper couldn’t believe it. She stared at both women, lying next to each other in the hospital room.
They looked damn near identical. Which was a good thing because it meant that color was starting to come back to Taya’s cheeks.
The sisters’ hands were stretched across the beds, their fingers entwined and palms pressed together where Taya’s sister-who had finally told them her name was Rosalie-had cut used the knife to slice them open.
At first glance, it was hard to tell which sister was which. If Harper didn’t know better because Rosalie had told them she was five years older, she would think they were twins. Stella was equally entranced by the scene before her.
She’d never seen or heard of anything like this, and as the Knight pack doctor, she had millions of questions to ask once Rosalie was recovered. Knowledge like this had the potential to unlock unheard of healing abilities for shifters not only in the Knight pack, but everywhere.
Of course, opening this door could lead to a world of problems, but she didn’t want to think about that right now. She’d save those worries for later. And that was if this crazy thing even worked.
It was still too unreal to believe until she saw Taya shift into a wolf with her own eyes.
“He’s…coming…” Rosalie’s words pulled Stella from her thoughts.
“Who?” she asked. “Change…back…” Rosalie gasped out.
“What is she talking about?” Harper asked, rushing over to Stella’s side and looking down at Rosalie.
“I’m not sure,” Stella answered. Rosalie’s eyebrows were pulled together, and her eyes were squinted closed as if she were in pain.
Was the process supposed to hurt like this? Was this normal? Stella wrung her hands, wishing she’d thought to ask about what would happen. But Rosalie had been in such a rush, there hadn’t been time to get any more information out of her.
All the woman had done was bark out orders, and she’d completed the transformation ritual in a blur of muttered words and movement. “Sir! Stop!” Shouts came from the hallway outside the hospital room, and Stella recognized the voice of one of the hospital guards.
“I said stop!” Stella prayed to the goddess that Griffon hadn’t shown up or that Jackson wasn’t doing something stupid.
But her wolf perked up when she heard the commotion, her wolf’s sixth sense immediately knowing that something was wrong.
“Here…” Rosalie stuttered out, furrowing her eyebrows even more. She muttered more words in a language Stella couldn’t make out, and then Stella watched as both women’s bodies went completely rigid and still, even their toes pointing downward as though they were ballerinas on point.
At that moment, the doors of the hospital room burst open, and a group of men that Stella had never seen before came rushing