Everything I was supposed to feel in the fight washed over me. The weakness I felt caused by the silver made my legs tremble. The two cuts, the ones I believed didn’t injure me, opened up. I can’t show weakness in front of my pack. I can’t.
I tried to focus, I needed to get to the packhouse. A strong arm moved around my waist, holding me up while guiding me to Latifa. My car. Or should I say Jax’s car?
A small laugh left my lips when I thought about the name he gave it. And only then did I recognize his scent.
“Thank you,” I mumbled under my breath. I was grateful for his help. Grateful for being who he is.
He strapped me into the passenger seat before heading to the packhouse.
I must have fallen asleep because the next moment I was in my room. My cuts were patched up and I was i
