CHAPTER 8

LOVE

"I've loved you since the moment you saved me from the skarvs,"

I whispered, my voice trembling as I cradled Ryker. There was too much blood.

"Ryker," I called softly. His skin felt cold, and his breaths came slow and uneven.

His lips barely moved.

"Wolf..." he murmured.

I took a sharp breath. "I'm here. I'm right here, Ryker," I said, as if holding him tight could keep him with me.

A trickle of blood ran down from a cut on his forehead, and I pressed my shaking hand against it, desperate to slow the flow.

"Medic... is coming... soon," he rasped.

"Okay, okay," I whispered, trying...