LUCAS
"What the fuck do you mean she's unconscious?" My voice rises in the back of the cab, drawing Vester's alarmed glance in the rearview mirror of the SUV.
Kellan's voice crackles through my phone. "Her vitals are stable, but she's not waking up. Doctors can't find anything physically wrong."
"Then why the hell is she in the hospital?" Fury pounds through my veins, my wolf snarling to hunt down whoever dared harm our mate. "What did Jericho do?"
"It wasn't him. She collapsed at home after training."
"Training?" The word comes out in a growl. "She's still recovering! She shouldn't be—"
"Boss." Vester's gruff voice cuts in. "Nessa's with her now. Should be able to tell us more soon."
I rake a hand through my hair, jaw clenched. "I want guards on her room. No one gets in besides pack and medical staff."
"Already done."
