Delano was supposed to kill her, not howl in his wolf form when he saw her in pain. Blood gushed out of her wound where she had been stabbed. She had been stabbed protecting him, the person who had been willing to take her life despite the thread that tied them together.

He didn't deserve this. He didn't deserve to be saved, not by her at least. And losing her would kill him because he couldn't imagine a world without her purple-everything and her smile that brightened the room.

The crowd was chanting, the angry wolves wanting to kill her. Naill attacked the crowd while Delano tackled Jericho, who was about to kill her. His claws slit through Jericho's chest and throat. His wolf form threw Jericho away before he moved to her.

Delano took in her scent and nudged her neck, wanting her to look at him. Before he knew it, his wolf tilted its head and let out a howl of agony. He shifted back almost desperately. Before lifting her head on his lap.

"Look at me." He commanded. His voice hoarse with worry and dread.