Maeve’s POV
My lungs were still burning from the silver as I ran back out into the hall. Every small movement caused a wave of pain to course through my body but all of that felt like a tickle compared to the pain the speared my heart from my mate being hurt.
I pumped my legs harder, forcing my body to move faster than it ever has. When I burst through the door I was overwhelmed by the smell of blood and death.
The fight was over, and the ground was littered in the bodies of wolves and hunters. The able were aiding the injured to get back on their feet. And even though we had won, there was an overwhelming sadness in the air from the loss of so many of our brothers and sisters.
My head felt like it was swimming as all my senses were getting an overload of information. I frantically
