Luka’s POV
I was on the verge of death when I heard the distant sounds of a scuffle. A warm heat slid over my skin, causing my wounds to itch and tingle. I scented the air, Caleb.
He came to help me. My pulse increased, and hope bloomed. My body bled out faster, feeling heavy and cold. I managed to sit up, staring into the darkness of the forest. Everything was blurry.
Caleb’s powerful wolf, a rare salt and peppered color, lay on the ground, not moving. The rogue wolf’s jaws were locked on his neck, and blood pooled around them. The rogue wolf finally dropped him and sniffed.
Fear cut deep, deeper than ever before. Caleb couldn’t die because of me.
A tingling in my chest spread to my limbs. The blood in my veins was lava, searing every part of me. I screamed, and the heat gathered in
