Chapter 8The world swam before Malik’s eyes. He couldn’t remember ever being in this much pain. His entire chest burned as if on fire. His hands weren’t working, and there was a constant buzz in his ears.
“Come on.” Raina pulled him through a door. Malik wasn’t sure where they were, but it smelled of werewolf.
“What’s going on, Raina?” The growly voice came from next to him, and he studied the dark-haired man. He’d helped Malik climb down the building, but his gaze was still too hazy to be able to make out his features. Dark hair and werewolf were all he could say.
“Long story and I don’t want you to get into trouble, Zev. I appreciate the help, though.”
“What trouble?”
Malik swayed and would’ve fallen if Zev hadn’t grabbed him. “Sit.” Zev pushed him toward a sofa along the wall. The
