Ronan POV
Vampire blood wouldn’t kill me; any wolf worth his salt knew that. But I doubt many allowed themselves to be bitten multiple times and be drained of a decent amount of blood in the process.
“Ronan. Hey. Are you still with us?”
My eyes rolled back into my head, the sky and trees passing above me in a fast kaleidoscope of colors. Xavier swore, and then we were moving. The motion made me nauseous, but that was nothing compared to the burning that raced up and down my arm. It felt like my skin was being held over an open flame.
“Quit flailing, man. We’re almost to the safe house!”
Meaningless words. I didn’t want to be carried anymore. I wasn’t a baby!
“You don’t always have to do everything yourself.”
I blinked and my stepdad hovered over me, firm disapproval tightening his
