Isla
I was on edge, surveying the field. But most of the other wolves were injured or dead. Hopefully, none of ours, but I couldn’t be that optimistic. I felt like that was too fast of a fight, but I couldn’t trust my sense of judgment. Adrenaline and fear were coursing through our veins.
“Alpha Jackson. Can you shift back?” The presiding Elder asked. We shifted our complete focus to him. Our mate.
Flint lay on the floor and shifted. Jackson was covered in scratches and a few shallow bite marks, but it was nothing compared to the gaping wound in his stomach.
“Why isn’t your wolf healing it?” Lucas shifted back and sat next to Jackson, his eyes frantically assessing his wounds.
“I-it silver,” he got out, his face went pale, and his voice sounded far away.
“s**t, we need a doctor.”
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