George's POV

The rain was pouring hard as I held Wendy’s weak body. Her face was pale, nearly see-through against the dark alley, with the rain sticking her dark hair to her cheek. I pulled her in tighter.

The smell of her, mixed with the sharp scent of blood, hit me hard, fueling my anger to protect her. I shouted at my driver, “Go faster!” I didn’t wait for him to reply before pulling her closer, my fingers gently touching her jaw, hoping her eyes would open.

Just a moment ago, I was putting on my pajamas. It felt strange I could feel her pain, a sharp ache that rushed...