LOVE
"I've loved you since the moment you saved me from the skarvs,"
I whispered, my voice trembling as I cradled Ryker. There was too much blood.
"Ryker," I called softly. His skin felt cold, and his breaths came slow and uneven.
His lips barely moved.
"Wolf..." he murmured.
I took a sharp breath. "I'm here. I'm right here, Ryker," I said, as if holding him tight could keep him with me.
A trickle of blood ran down from a cut on his forehead, and I pressed my shaking hand against it, desperate to slow the flow.
"Medic... is coming... soon," he rasped.
"Okay, okay," I whispered, trying to sound reassuring even as I feared for us both.
"Someone... got away... getting help..." His voice faded as his head drooped.
"No, no, no," I pleaded, pressing my forehead against his. "Stay with
