Even though he’s covered in blood and dirt, there’s something about this man that steals my breath. Dark hair falls across his forehead, and I can make out strong features beneath the blood and grime.
My wolf is going wild inside my mind, pressing against my consciousness with a strange excitement that I don’t understand.
The injured stranger makes a soft sound. His eyes flutter but don’t quite open, his breathing ragged and weak now. He is barely conscious, his body trembling from the pain and blood loss.
“You’re going to be okay,” I tell him, though I’m not sure he can even hear me. “I won’t let you die.”
My hands glow with healing light as I channel my magic into him. The power flows unsteadily, flickering as I struggle to maintain control. The wounds begin to close gradually under
