Chapter 23

The hospital corridor looked like something out of a Star Trek episode. Everything that could shine shone brightly. There were stainless steel, sleek floors, and natural images on the walls in colors as vibrant as glacier melt-water or spring flowers. The air smelled fresh and clean, not sterile. Music was playing in the background at just the right volume to lift the spirits of the patients and staff. But the best part was the ceiling, which was simply clear and high arched under where he was furiously pacing back and forth outside the room where his mate was being treated. His sleeves were folded till his elbow, the top two buttons of his shirt were undone, and his hair was tousled from the number of times he ran his hands through them. His beast was at bay, clawing at his mental barrier, desperate to be free and to be close to their mate. He was furious, angry, irritated, and m