Max
She clings to me, and it’s like the world finally clicks back into place. My Angel—alive, in my arms. I don’t care that she’s trembling or that there’s blood and dirt smeared down her cheek. I hold her tighter, pressing my face into her hair, inhaling the scent I thought I might never smell again.
Craig lies motionless in front of us. I feel her pain—sharp, raw, and ripping through the bond between us. I’d take it from her if I could.
I look to Rion and link him silently. “We need to get them both to safety. Now.”
He nods and moves quickly, barking orders to the pack.
"Angel, are you okay? The bullet hit you," I ask, scanning her body with my hands, checking for blood.
She nods and lifts her head from my chest. "It didn’t pierce the skin, Max. Shyla… she protected me."
My heart
