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Her body had been savaged. Every bruise, cut and ache she had was because of me.

I shoved my shift back and dropped to my knees next to her. Graham snarled at me. I clenched my hand into a fist, not touching her as every fiber in my body called me to.

She was sprawled on her back, still and bleeding. Her hair was strewn across the ground and her face was etched in permanent pain. Nausea encroached and I turned to the side to vomit. All that came out was bile.

I swiped the back of my hand across my mouth.

Graham shifted into his human form and leaned over her, glaring at me.

I wanted him to rip me to shreds. Something had to happen to rid me of this excruciating ache.

Her body was so broken and still. Would I damage her more if I moved her? I speared my fingers through my hair.

“I’ll get the pack healer,” I choked out.

Graham no longer paid attention to me as he fussed over her, checking her vitals. I shifted into my wolf form and took off. Dirt kicked up under my paws.

Please, Moon Goddess, she had to be okay. I’d do anything to trade spots with her. Having her altered everything about me. I used to not be able to go a day without a drink. The haziness that accompanied alcohol was a sensation I used to thrive on, but I’d been drowning in my dissatisfaction and loneliness. She showed me how broken I’d been. Half of a male. She utterly completed me.

I would die without her.

My human emotions took a back seat as I focused on running. Even with my wolf instinct at the forefront, it did nothing to assuage the agony writhing in my chest.

My muscles burned from the exertion, but my legs could fall off for all I cared. Only after my mate was okay.

That was all that mattered. Her poor, battered face. The image would never stop haunting me. I climbed onto the pack doctor’s porch and shifted back into my human form.

I banged on the door with the side of my fist. A fissure opened on the wood.

“Lupita,” I bellowed, infusing as much dominance in my tone as I could. Footsteps echoed from the other side of the door. It whipped open and the middle-aged woman peered out.

“Alpha?”

“To my house, now,” I ordered.

“Yes, Alpha.” She shoved open the door, grabbed the keys hanging to the side of the door and hurried out. She jumped into her vehicle, and I shifted.