“He’s alive,” he said, voice low. “Weak, but stable for the moment. We flushed out as much oil as we could and started him on fluids and antibiotics. The next six hours are critical. If his lungs don’t seize and infection stays down, he has a chance.”
Relief hit so hard Noemi swayed. “Thank you. Thank you.” Alvarez raised a hand. “Don’t thank me yet. He’s not safe. And even if he pulls through, he needs his pack. A lone wolf pup is a death sentence.” “I can try to take you back,” she said quickly. “To the beach tunnel. His mother might still be there.”