MILLICENT
We worked together without words, me, Zayne, Xander. Like three pieces of a machine that had been built for exactly this. But the smell of the rogue blood mixed with another one, too sweet and metallic.
I turned to find where it was coming from and my stomach dropped. Zayne.
It wasn’t bad, at least it didn’t look bad. A s***h along his side, deep enough to bleed but not deep enough to drop him. Still, the sight of that red against his black shirt made my heart clench.
“Zayne—”
“I’m fine,” he cut in, but his jaw was tight. Xander caught sight of the wound and his expression shifted, less Alpha, more brother. “You’re bleeding.” Xander was infuriated and worried now
“Focus,” Zayne snapped, lunging past him to tear down another rogue. But my wolf was so worried about him that I
