Gwen was in the middle of a hushed conference with Mitch when Owen returned to the medical center, and her expression suggested the news was anything but good.

"--we can't pull off a procedure like that now, not while she's hemorrhaging, Mitch, good God--"

"Gwen, I get what you're saying, but if we wait too long, it'll be impossible to remove--"

"All right, I know, but if we expect her to even have a chance of recovering from such a--"

"Yeah, it sucks." The little man's face was grave, eyes tired behind his thick glasses. "But that's how these hybrids were engineered, Gwen, you know--"

Gwen waved an exasperated hand, cutting him off and rubbing her forehead, trying to ease the headache brewing there. Glancing up as the doors hissed open, she spied Owen and spoke to Mitch, the tech nodding and stepping back a pace as the raptor's alpha approached.

"Omega's in there with her," Gwen told him, more than likely unnecessarily. "He's asleep next to her, I told him she'd probably like having him close." She gave Owen a once-over, noting the grim demeanor and placed a cool hand on his arm. "Are you all right? The girls and the boys?" She assumed he'd discovered something on that other island; the expression on his face screamed it aloud.

"What happened?"