Page 82 of The Weakest Wolf

He gives me his strength. A strength that I only ever feel when I’m in my wolf shape. I don’t argue, and I don’t waste time. Gripping the bars more securely, I pull hard. Giving it everything I have. Both sides of me—wolf and man—giving it everything they have

I feel the moment the metal starts to bend, to break. And then I stumble back, the cage door in my hands. After tossing it to one side, I step inside.

Sierra’s whimpers turn into low keening. “It’s okay,” I murmur as I slowly approach her trembling body. I’m getting you out of here. I’m—”

She scrambles away from my outstretched hands. The sharp crack of a bone breaking makes me freeze.

Fuck.

“Sierra…” I stay in a crouch a few feet away from her, my eyes on her arm, “you’ll hurt yourself more if you move. Please.”

When she stops moving, I let out a slow breath of relief until she coughs. My nose twitches at the scent of blood in the air. Fresh blood.

I lower my gaze as I try to see more of her body. She’s coughing up blood, which means she’s hurt internally. She could have broken ribs puncturing her lungs, or something worse. Something that could kill her.

Please don’t let it be a punctured heart or internal bleeding. Not when I have no Dom to help me fix her and no bandage. I don’t even have a goddamn fucking plaster in this place.

One cough turns into another. And another. And each draws more blood from inside her.

This is bad.

Maybe this is why Bowen left. He knew she was dying.

A vice grips my heart. Although my wolf is silent, I can feel his presence. He needs to know Sierra is okay as badly as I do right now.

I edge closer, trying not to scare Sierra enough that she breaks another bone. But now, it’s as if she’s forgotten I’m here, or even worse, the pain is so bad that it's made her forget her fear.

I’m reaching toward her when she slumps to the ground.

Before her head can hit the floor, I catch her and carefully ease her into my lap. It’s as I settle on the ground that something tickles my leg. I glance down. Hair. I’m sitting on her hair. The floor is covered with it.

My eyes snag on something nearly buried beneath. Not just hair. Something familiar. Something valuable. I scoop it up and hold it tight before I turn to Sierra.

No part of her has escaped injury.

Bowen broke her nose, cheekbones, and jaw. Both eyes are swollen shut, and livid bruises cover every inch of her skin.

I was sure one arm had been broken. I was wrong. It’s both. Including all her fingers. Her right knee looks like it’s been smashed.

Tortured.

He fucking tortured her.

If she were human, I’d be picking up her body from the floor. As it is, she still might not make it. Not after everything Bowen did to her.

Days. It’s going to take days for her to heal.

Sierra’s a fighter. Shewillsurvive. She has to.

Lowering my chin to her head, I wrap my arms around her. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m so fucking sorry.”

But I’ll make it right.

Whatever it takes, whatever it costs, I’ll make it right.

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SIERRA

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