Alpha Logan’s eyes snapped open fully, the memory burning like f*****g fire in his skull, and his wolf roared inside him, “He f*****g shot us?”
His heart was pounding like a war drum, chest heaving as he gasped, salty air scraping down his throat like broken glass.
His hand flew to his shoulder, fingers pressing against skin that should have been torn apart, bloody, shattered.
Nothing.
No wound. No blood.
“f**k,” he hissed, staggering to his feet as the cold surf soaked the tattered pants clinging to his legs. The wind whipped against his skin, salty and sharp, slapping him awake.
“You fell off the cliff, dumbass,” his wolf growled, pacing inside him, claws scratching against the inside of his skull. “That’s the only reason you’re alive.”
Logan grunted, the memory of his body tumbl
