I flipped the page of A Turtle Goes to Work when Holly let out a loud gasp, disturbing all the other wolf pups. Considering nothing happened in the book to elicit that kind of reaction, I put the book down and found Holly in the circle.
Her eyes were filmed with white.
The book fell from my hand. Jumping from my seat, I scooped her up in my arms, grunting when I realized she was heavier than she looked.
"Stay here," I told the pups. "I won't be gone long."
Most nodded vigorously, but a few threw concerned looks at Holly. I rushed to the office, carefully laid her in her pile of blankets, then pulled my cell phone out and texted Evan.
***
Cane showed up instead. He crouched over her and brushed her bangs away from her face. Holly hadn't moved since I put the book down. Her eyes were wide and unstaring, but her pulse was strong.
"How long?" Cane asked.
I checked my phone.
"Fifteen minutes. Do you think she's okay?"
He said nothing, only continuing to stare at her.