Chris's POV
Sitting in the back of the car with Erica in my arms, I try to ignore the amount of blood that is covering her body. I hold her close to my body, trying to give her some of my body heat. Her temperature seems to be dropping by the minute.
"Stay with us, Little Fox," I whisper as I bed down and kiss her on the forehead.
The tingles of the mate bond still linger on my lips but they are weaker than they have ever been. Erica's head rolls from side to side with every bump Ace hits as he speeds down the Mountain Road.
"How is she doing?" Bryce asks over his shoulder. He has our daughter cradled to his chest trying to calm her screaming.
"She is fading fast," I yell over the screaming. "How much longer until we get to the hospital?"
"Just a few more minutes," Ace
