Mara’s POV
Damon jerked up and gasped out for air, he groaned, forcing his eyes open. Pain twisted his face, He was still Alpha enough to growl loudly even if he was one step away from death.
“Call… Mage,” he rasped. His voice sounded shredded but his eyes were pinned on Ryan. “My. Phone. Mage. Call. Safe house. Now.”
Ryan dug out Damon’s phone from his pocket as I held my hands over Damon’s arm. Ryan hit the contact list, searching for Mage. The phone rang but there was no answer, he called again. No answer. He cursed under his breath and sent a text, blunt and urgent.
“I sent Mage a text with the safe house address, I told them Damon was poisoned. Let’s get Damon to the safe house, nothing to be done here.” He said.
The hospital gave us a wheelchair to haul Damon to the van, we
