DRAVEN
She was cold. So cold that for a moment my chest locked up completely, and I stood there in the mud with rain dripping off my jacket thinking the worst before I pressed two fingers to her neck and found her pulse — faint, slow, but there.
I exhaled.
"We need to get her to the clinic," Yilena said, already wiping her face with the back of her hand. "Now, Draven. The Pack clinic is on the east side, I've passed it before—"
"Then lead."
I got my arms under Leigh and lifted her. Yilena stripped her jacket off without a word and laid it across Leigh's shoulders as we moved, and I didn't argue because her hands needed something to do and the jacket wasn't going to hurt.
Yilena set a fast pace through the Pack grounds, her boots cutting through the wet grass, head down against the li
