"Are those the pills Grandma usually takes?" the question cut through the panic like a snapped nerve.
"Yes," the housekeeper answered quickly, her hands trembling as she clutched the empty tray. "They're her heart stabilizers. The exact prescription she's always used."
The confirmation hit the room like a sudden drop in temperature.
Brenda's composure broke first. Her voice sharpened with raw urgency as she turned toward Elliot. "Send her to the hospital—now!"
There was no hesitation after that.
Elliot had already lifted Harriet into his arms. The moment her weight settled against him, his Alpha instincts surged—controlled, but unmistakably fierce. The air around him felt heavier, like pressure before a storm. Brenda and Jonathan followed immediately, their faces pale, their steps hurried but steady. The entire Presgrave pack structure shifted from celebration to emergency in seconds.
Nigel moved beside me and steadied my arm without a word. "Come on. My car."
