Ryker’s jaws clamp down on my shirt, yanking me to him just as the impact hits us.
We go flying toward the bleachers. I squeeze my eyes shut, bracing for pain, for bone-shattering agony.
Yet it doesn’t come.
Instead, I hear claws skidding against concrete, the sharp screech of metal and stone as Ryker’s wolf takes the full brunt of the landing, his claws digging trenches into the concrete to slow us. We slide violently before a final, sickening thud knocks the wind from my lungs.
Somehow, I’m not injured when I should be flayed open. Skinned raw from the concrete. But I’m not. Because Ryker’s wolf pulled me onto him, curled his massive body around mine, and took it all.
I push off his chest, my hands slipping against fur soaked in blood. One entire side of him is shredded, fur ripped
