Page 71 of Wolf Targeted
It’s been hours since our fight. She can’t still be upset about that, right?
My feet move to the house without my consent before Alex’s hand latches on to my arm. I spin on him with a glare.
“What is that smell?” He tilts his head to the side and sniffs.
“What?” I breathe deeply through my nose.
I freeze and my shoulders straighten. I would recognize that scent anywhere.
Where is she? I rush to the house and throw open the front door. I scent the air. Her blood fills the house, and I roar as I rush to the stairs where the scent is strongest.
I take them two at a time and bellow my rage as I find my mate stuck.
“Alex, fucking help me.”
“What’s wrong?” Alex races up behind me. “What the fuck happened?”
“The stair is broken, and it looks to be stabbing her in the chest, cutting off her airway.” My hands shake as panic threatens to take over.
You have to be calm, Archer. She’s still breathing, even if it’s shallow. Passing out will not help your mate, your love.
Love? What?
“Call the healer here, now, Alex,” I bark.
Alex moves to the stair above Jara and pulls out his phone.
“Ellie, you need to go to the healer now. Jara is severely injured,” Alex says into the phone.
She’s not my first choice, but all the enforcers are out in the forest so we don’t have many options.
Ellie’s high-pitched screech meets my ears, and I flinch. That girl can hit notes only a dog can hear. Pun not exactly intended.
“Ellie,” I roar. “Stop freaking out and help your cousin, now.”
The screeching through the phone stops, but I don’t hear Ellie’s whispered words before Alex hangs up and puts his phone away.
“What are we doing, alpha?” he asks, his tone shaky.
“You need to get a hold of yourself. Your alpha female’s life depends on it.” I trace a finger over Jara’s fluttering pulse.
It’s fucking weak. How long has she been like this, and why the fuck wasn’t Angela with her? Is she the one trying to kill my mate?
She can’t. She’s my oldest friend and beta. She would never do this. But it doesn’t mean she won’t be severely punished for leaving her post. She’s failed me in the most important task I have ever given her.
If Jara dies, Angela should run because I will destroy her along with the rest of the world. If I have to live in a world without Jara, all will suffer my wrath and pain.
“Alpha!” Alex yells.
I shake my head to clear it and stare at Alex. He has his arms hooked underneath Jara’s, and I blanch at the damage.
Her cute oversize sweater is drenched in her blood, and a piece of the stair is sticking like a dagger in her sternum.
“How is she even breathing?” I whisper to myself.
Alex glares at me. “Fucking help her, Alpha.”
“I’m not sure if we should remove the wood. It could do more damage.” I clench and unclench my fists.
