Nash's POV
When that werewolf pointed his gun at Hailey, I felt like my heart had stopped. As the alpha leading the pack, this was the first time I had ever felt fear. I had never been afraid of any danger or difficulty, but at that moment, I was terrified.
'What if my abilities fail? If I couldn't save Hailey, how could I possibly live on alone?' I wondered.
I didn't even think about our children. It wasn't until I held Hailey in my arms, her familiar warmth spreading through my chest, that I truly felt it. I had saved her. I hadn't lost her.
And it was at that moment that I understood. Humans were truly fragile. Humans were truly different from werewolves. If a werewolf got shot, it wouldn't be a big deal.
A werewolf's body could heal itself; we only needed to remove the bullet, an
