#Chapter 119 Extraordinary Measures
Art POV
Our Blessed Goddess Medical Center - Surgical Waiting Room Floor 3
Too many minds were pressing in on me to focus on the ones treating Ethan Flores. My head ached with a throbbing insistence I couldn't ignore. I slouched further in my chair while tuning out as much of my surroundings as I could.
All the pacing of my companions had to be ignored or I'd get ill watching them move. All the worries of those with me had to be pushed down or I'd be too distracted to recognize a potential threat before it was on top of us. All my own thoughts had to focus on my assignment---I couldn't go back to the Alpha Council with news I'd let an Alpha House heir be maimed or murdered.
Could Ethan Flores be heir to House Campbell?
Omega lives were foreign to my experiences as a wolf and an Alpha Inspector.
