A race against fate-A beast's Sin.

"Get her inside…..NOW!"

The automatic hospital doors burst open as Archer, Artemis, Cerius, and the others stormed in, carrying Haelyn's limp body.

Her dress was soaked in blood.

Her face was ghostly pale, her breathing shallow.

A team of doctors and nurses rushed forward, a stretcher rolling ahead of them.

"She's lost too much blood!" one of the nurses exclaimed.

"We need a trauma unit, now!" the doctor barked.

Archer was shaking, his hands covered in her blood. "Do something!" he growled.

The doctor didn't flinch. "We'll do everything we can. But you need to stay out of the way."

"Like hell I will!" Archer snarled.

Seraphis grabbed his arm, her voice firm but calm. "Let them work, Archer. She's strong."

His wolf was raging, clawing inside of him, demanding to be at Haelyn's side.

But as the doctors rushed her down the hall, the doors slammed shut behind them.

Archer was left standing there, helpless.