Maverick wiped blood from the side of his face, his chest heaving as the last rogue wolf dropped at his feet. The once-peaceful night had become a battlefield soaked in chaos. Smoke curled from the burning outposts near the training grounds. His pulse thundered louder than the distant howls. His attention and mind fell more on Rory.
She had been in a coma when they all left her, fragile, unmoving. And now... he felt something shift. Deep in his bones. He wanted to meet her, he wanted to make sure she was ok.
He bolted, leaping over collapsed branches and scorched earth, heading toward the hospital. His body ached, but the fear crawling in his gut pushed him forward. Something was wrong.
“Hold on, Rory,” he whispered under his breath.
He was cutting through the forest shortcut when a sc
