Owen
I rush past Ava toward the medical tent. The nearest one is deep within the hunting grounds, and Amelia is losing blood fast. I catch her nodding off in my arms as I hurry across the field.
“Maya? Maya, stay with me.” Her eyes flutter closed.
“Amelia,” I use her real name as I beseech her. “Stay awake!”
She grows heavier in my arms, my clothes soaking with her blood.
I break into a full sprint, glaring at the few werewolves who mistake me for prey on the way.
By the time I reach the medical tent, she’s unconscious, and my wolf is beside himself. I cannot calm myself down as I lay her bloody body gently on a medical bed where doctors rush to help her.
“Please,” I beg, even though I know my words won’t make the doctors more skilled or motivated to help her. “Please.”
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