Zion's eyes narrowed as he realized the source of the tension: his aura. It was seeping into the room, amplifying the nurses' anxiety and risking mistakes that could affect Addison. He forced it down, pressing control over the storm inside him, and spoke lowly to Shura.
"Shura… calm down. If we lose control now, we'll make things worse for Addison. The nurses need to do their job, and we need them to focus. If you want to stay close to our mate, stay, but calm yourself."
At his words, Shura stiffened for a moment, then let out a soft whimper before curling into itself, burying its face in its legs.
"I'm just angry because of what happened to our mate. That bastard, I should've killed him back then…" Shura whimpered.
Zion softened his voice. "I know, buddy. I know. But getting angry won't help right now. It's not too late to deal with him later, quietly, without a trace. For now, we calm down and watch over our mate, okay?"
