Jake’s POV
“Cam," I said more firmly, as I continued to crouch beside him. He was covered in blood, and I knew the blood all over me was mostly his, yet even still I prayed to the Goddess it was someone else’s. The logical, rational part of my brain told me wolves had to be gravely injured before they shifted back on their own. The part of me that wanted desperately to ignore my rational brain suggested maybe there was another explanation.
I was annoyed now, frustrated that he was being difficult. "Cam, wake up already!" I said, somewhat frantically. I think I used my Alpha tone, like that might help.
Someone placed their hand on my shoulder. "Jake. Hey. Deep breaths.” It was Connor. He ran his hands through his spiky blond hair, a look of concern on his face. “Look, you need to bring h
