Pauline's POV
Aliya's fingers wrapped around my arm like steel clamps, her nails digging deep enough to draw blood as she yanked me from the clinic. Each step sent waves of dizziness through my skull, the world tilting dangerously with every stumbling movement. Dr. Aston's voice boomed behind us, reverberating through the sterile hallway.
"Handle her gently!" he shouted. "Her wounds haven't fully healed yet."
Aliya whipped around, her eyes blazing with hatred. "Killers don't deserve gentle treatment."
The word hit me like a physical blow, more brutal than her crushing grip.
Killer. That single label had become my entire identity.
I could hear the heavy footsteps as pack members restrained Dr. Aston, muffling his objections until his voice faded into nothing.
