Hope
I hold him tight, one arm beneath his armpit, the other across his shoulders. His breath is ragged, each gasp like glass breaking.
“They’re coming,” he whispers, eyes wide, staring past me.
He’s terrified. His eyes are flashing back and forth. His wolf must be fighting him to shift, to try and protect him.
My pulse spikes. I half-drag, half-carry him toward the clinic’s side entrance.
“Come on, I need your help to get your side. You need to be looked at.”
At first, he resists, but then he starts moving, letting me lead him inside. He’s heavier than he looks, but I press on.
A crash of the door slamming open startles us.
Edward comes barreling out. “Hope! What—?” He skids to a halt, scanning the alley.
“He’s hurt,” I gasp, putting more of the male's weight on my hip. “Says
