CAROLINE'S POV
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My legs are jelly. My fingers curl around the jacket, pulling it tighter around me. Mac's bleeding has stopped, while Lucian and Rust inspect the dead wolves. Mac passed out a few minutes ago, and I sit cross-legged next to his head, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart, wondering if it would stop, wondering if the fragile organ would give out and Mac would cease to exist. The thought alone sends a shiver down my spine. "Caroline," Devlon stalks closer. It's a struggle to pry my eyes away from the man who had literally saved my life, but I manage. Devlon holds out my pack to me, "You can go change, I'll sit with him." The offer is sincere, but the defensive loyalty warms my blood. "I'm fine," I say, snatching the pack, pulling it down beside me. Devlon's eyes wid
