I stare at him. Blood runs down the side of his head, and his eyes glow that strange green. Another werewolf. He looks a lot like Cade. Maybe they’re related. Maybe… his father?
That thought hits me harder than I expect.
“I need to take you to a hospital,” I say, helping him into the car.
“No,” he growls through clenched teeth, pressing a hand to his side. “They might find me there.”
I freeze, one hand on the door. Everything in me says I should walk away. This isn’t my problem. But when I look into his eyes, I see it. That desperate, wild look. Like he’s running from something worse.
“Fine,” I mutter and get in the driver’s seat. “I know a private clinic.”
He gives me a confused look. “Why aren’t you scared of me?”
I don’t even know how to answer that. Maybe I should be scared. May
