The world was spinning when Jack got there.
One minute, he was arguing with one of the team captains at the gym he used to work out and about to kill somebody's son when he felt the pull again.
Jack didn’t even think. He dropped everything and ran.
He didn’t know how he knew where to go, but his wolf did. His instincts pulled him down the empty street, through the wind and dust, until he caught the scent of blood. And fear. And Leo.
When he saw them, Leo on the ground, his hands stained red, Amara lying limp in his arms his stomach turned over.
“Holy s**t,” Jack breathed, running to them. “Leo! What happened?”
Leo looked up, eyes glassy and glowing faint gold in the darkness. “She’s bleeding. I can’t—”
“Move!” Jack barked, pushing him slightly aside to check Amara’s pulse. His hands
