Ivy's POV
The medical team burst into the room with urgent precision. "Bianca, remove his shirt. We need to examine the wound immediately," the doctor ordered. "Celine, bring in the suturing equipment."
"Doctor, wolfsbane contamination in his bloodstream," my father informed him, pressing himself against the wall to make room for the medical staff. The doctor paused momentarily before nodding in acknowledgment.
"Bianca, halt. Initiate poison protocols now." We watched as both medical professionals stepped back to don protective gear – an unusual sight in werewolf medicine. "Let's continue," the doctor said once they were properly equipped.
They finished cutting away Grant's clothing, revealing the knife embedded to its hilt, angry red streaks radiating outward from the entry point.
