The healer entered the room with his bag and pulled on his special gloves. Drake's heart beat a million miles and hour as he held her tight, blood dripping onto his arms. "I can't let her go. What's going on?"

"Her body is rejecting your blood, Drake," Harold said, turning her head to the side as she vomited.

Rex and Gunner ran to the bathroom and grabbed every clean towel they could find.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Drake snarled.

"Move!" the healer said, removing some tubing from his bag. He quickly started an IV line in Tessa's arm as Drake held her still. "Give me your arm."

"Why?" Drake paused as the doc came forward with his own needle.

"I need your god damn blood, Drake," Harold snarled. "I have to replace what she threw up, and I'm going to draw it from your arm to put in hers."

"Do whatever you have to do," Drake said, realizing what the healer was saying. He would do anything for her, even if that meant giving Tessa every drop of blood in his body.

"What will happen if you don't give her enough blood?" Rex asked, his brother's eyes watching over Tessa like a doting brother. It was then he realized his brothers considered her family.

"She will be in pain for nothing," Harold said, uncapping the needle with his teeth. He wrapped the band around Drake's upper arm and punctured the vein to insert his own line, using a needle to draw a large amount from the vein, immediately turning toward Tessa to inject it into the line in the crook of her arm.

"Take as much of my blood as you need," Drake panicked, seeing his brothers move closer.

The stick of the needle wasn't painful. There was nothing more painful than watching Tessa suffer. As soon as the doc drew his blood, Drake immediately took Tessa back into his arms, throwing his leg over hers to keep her still.

The moment he injected her with Drake's blood, everything changed. No matter how tight his hold was on his mate, her strength tripled and she convulsed, her back arching at an odd angle. Drake's human side knew it was from the change, but his beast didn't accept it. No, his beast pushed at his skin and his face began to change, his anger and distress taking over.

"Get away!" he snarled around his thick fangs. His fingers had shifted to claws, and the shirt he wore ripped at the seams as his arms began to grow. The shift was upon him, and at this point, there was no turning back.

Hands grabbed at him as he turned on the bed, coming to his feet and crouching down in a protective stance in front of Tessa. His brothers and the healer were moving closer. "I will kill you if you touch her!"

Gunner made a leap, taking him to the ground. Rex sat on his legs as the healer came forward with another needle. He felt the prick to his arm as they held him in place. He tried to fight them, but it was no use. The last thing he remembered was hearing his own agonizing wail.

"Nooooooo!"