Ryan stood looking over Greyson who was being stitched up after one of the Alastors rammed half a f*****g tree into his side. Jason stood beside Ryan with a pale face void of emotion something was up with him. Greyson had been in and out of consciousness Ryan had just managed to Get Greyson to the pack house on time to save his life, the wooden stick lodged into his side had been stabbed into him at such and angle splinted pierced his heart. The beta watched his best friend fight for his life there wasn’t time to operate on his properly under anaesthetics so Kyle had to preform the surgery to save Greyson while he was awake.
“Come on Greyson, come on.” Ryan mumbled as he watched the heart monitor, the numbers were dropping drastically, he couldn’t die! He just couldn’t! Ryan and Greyson
