Madeline’s POV
His grip around my wrist was so tight my hand started to get pins and needles as he cut the blood circulation off.
“It’s okay. I’m not going anywhere. I’m staying right here,” I reassured him as I stroked his dark brown hair away from his face. He was a handsome man, probably in his late thirties, although it was hard to tell. His body violently shook as he coughed up more blood. My face creased, imagining the pain he must be in right now. I didn’t recognise him from our old pack, he must have been a new member.
“Shh, it’s okay,” I soothed, trying to keep him calm as his eyes widened and then snapped shut forcefully as another surge of pain shot through him. He had lost so much blood. It was everywhere and he was looking paler by the second.
“Tell... Fiona... that I love
