Dax’s POV
Her eyes wouldn’t stop looking at me like that.
Wide and unblinking. She stared at me like I was some monster ripped from a nightmare.
I carried her out of that filthy warehouse myself, torn between slaughtering every last wolf who dared touch her and shielding her so tightly the world couldn’t see her broken skin.
But all she did was stare.
Even now, in the hospital bed, her gaze burned through me.
“Elena,” I said quietly, my hand still wrapped around hers. “Baby, I’ve got you. You’re safe.”
She didn’t answer. Her lips parted, like she wanted to ask, but the words kept dying in her throat.
And that silence—her silence—was worse than any wound I’d ever taken.
I couldn’t tell her. Not even if I wanted to.
The law of our kind was carved in blood: no
