Hunter looked terrified.
He was staring down at me, in his human form again, and his face is as white as chalk.
At first, I wanted to look over my shoulder to see if it’s Maya he’s looking at.
But I was on the ground, bleeding. Of course it’s me.
“Medic, get over here,” he growled. He’s ferocious and furious.
One of the Gamma officers ran over with a bag slung over his shoulder and knelt down beside me.
“Why exactly did you need to be told to check on your patient?” He said, tone growing angrier still.
I noticed the officer’s neck redden slightly as he leaned over me, assessing the injuries to my arms and torso.
I had to catch myself from asking if the pup would be okay. Even now, I couldn’t risk Hunter finding out. Not when I was so close to getting out: to having a plan t
