Henderson's POV
I had barely settled into the chair beside Denise's bed when chaos erupted in the waiting room. Stepping out quickly, I watched Beta Deryl march in with Hans and George, dragging John and Tristan behind them.
My exhaustion vanished, replaced by burning rage. Anyone connected to Wyatt had no business in my hospital.
"Why are they here?" The words came out as a snarl.
"Alpha ordered them to clean the bathroom, Luna," Deryl explained, his tone apologetic.
"Take them around back. I don't want them anywhere near my hospital."
Tristan let out a mocking scoff and started to turn away. That was his mistake. I stepped forward, letting Kain surge to the surface.
"Something to say, Tristan?"
My Alpha aura slammed into him with full force. He crashed to his knees, neck snapping back in automatic submission. The shock on his face was almost worth the effort as I stalked toward him.
"You knew what your sick brother planned for that girl, didn't you?"
