ELI
The arrow pierces me and the sting from the silver burns intensely. Silver in werewolf flesh keeps the wound open the way salt keeps a fire. I can feel the cold of it spreading from the entry point along my ribs in a shape I have felt once before, a long time ago, the year my father died. I push the memory off. There is no time for it.
Freya drags me down for cover. Thanks to my superior Alpha senses, I was able to spot the arrow just in time.
“Your chest—”
The fear in her eyes as she nods hurts me more than anything the silver could do. Another arrow whistles by and I do not have time to meander in emotions.
I must protect and keep her safe.
“Contact. South arc. All teams converge.”
My mindlink goes patrol wide and the answers come back fast. Roan and Anton are already drawing
