I’m not sure how long I was out, but when I woke, I was being held in Ezra’s arms. What I didn’t understand was why I could still hear the fighting going on. When my vision cleared, I could see both anger and fear all over Ezra’s face. I feebly attempted to lift my hand to his face to comfort him, but ended up gasping as my shoulder screamed in agony.
“You’re alive! I thought I lost you, my beautiful wolf,” Ezra sighed, hugging me closer to him.
“Did you get a clear picture of the wrecking ball that slammed into me?” I groaned.
“f*****g bastard, I should kill him for hurting you,” he growled.
“Sounds like someone else may beat you to it,” I replied, wincing as I tried to look in the direction of the fight still going on.
“Mateo won’t kill him. He may rip his arm off and beat him w
