Alexander:
I had carried wounded warriors before.
I had carried dying wolves.
I had carried bodies.
But never, not once, had my heart hammered the way it did with her in my arms.
Not once did I find myself fearing for someone who was not a part of my pack, and yet, was far closer to me than anyone could have ever been.
Alessia felt too light, too cold, her head against my chest as I ran. Every breath she didn’t take felt like a knife twisting deeper. Every second she didn’t open her eyes felt like another piece of me snapping under pressure I didn’t understand.
I pushed faster.
Branches tore at my clothes, roots cracked beneath my boots, the world blurring into streaks of silver and shadow as I raced toward the medical wing.
Don’t you dare die. If she dies, we…
My wolf paced viol
