Max's Pov.

It was a mess.

Everything was one big horrible mess. She just lay there, so still. Her eyes closed, and the skin on her chest was so mauled that it looked like ground beef, and her blood was everywhere.

Only years of training kept my control from fracturing. I turn to Natalie

"Hurry," I growl out. She looks up at me, and her expression tells me more than she can say.

"She's losing too much blood,"

"There isn't much that I can do, Max."

Her calm demeanour contrasts with the urgency of the situation. It pushes my control.

I let out a growl, but her hands keep on...