The Alpha's Fight

Chapter 37 - For Every Bone Broken

Beau grunted his pain as I tightened the tourniquet, easing the blood flow still pouring from his injury. From mid-thigh down, his left leg was gone, severed beyond what even a werewolf could heal. Klay gripped his hand, wiping away the cold sweat slicking his all-too-pale forehead.

“You c-could probably beat me in a foot race now.” Beau sought to lighten his mate’s worry.

Klay laughed, tearing and kissing his temple. “Only probably?”

The tourniquet did its job, and when I pressed the bandage pad against the grisly remaining stump of mangled bone and muscle, it wasn’t immediately soaked with seeping blood. I helped him stand, but when Beau swayed on his remaining leg, Klay collected his mate in his arms, carrying him over to where others were gathering for medical transport. I couldn’t