Derrick’s POV
It has been the longest week of my life as I waited impatiently for Salara to wake up from the coma that she has been under. Hunter perks up and prances around inside of my mind once Miguel’s excited words reach our ears. “She squeezed my hand, Dad!”
A sigh of relief leaves my lips, my body slumping from the stress of this past week finally leaving my aching muscles. Nothing has scared me more than losing my mate in this horrendous way. When Henry reached the clinic located on the far side of the packhouse, I felt my heart drop from my chest and disintegrate into the earth.
The sight of Salara’s bruised, battered, and bleeding body in Henry’s arms sent Hunter over the edge and it took four of my best guards to hold him at bay when he lunged for Henry’s throat, claws out a
