INDY
I did not remember standing up.
One moment, Rome’s body was collapsing into mine, his weight dragging us both into the snow, and the next I was on my feet, shifting his arm over my shoulder and forcing my legs to move. Panic had replaced every coherent thought in my mind. The cottages were only a short distance away, yet they felt impossibly far with him half-conscious and burning against my side.
“Stay awake,” I whispered, though I was not sure if I was speaking to him or to myself. “Don’t you dare leave me like this.”
His head lolled forward, his breath shallow against my collarbone. He was shaking, but it was not from the cold anymore. His body had crossed that dangerous line where the cold no longer made you shiver.
I tightened my hold and forced my wolf to steady my balance
