Jefferson's POV
This was what happened when I let my guard down. When I allowed even a sliver of weakness to show, my enemies circled like vultures, ready to strike. I clenched my jaw as I watched the medical team rush Elisabeth into the emergency room, the noise around me blurring into background static.
The second she collapsed, everything else ceased to exist. I had two choices: hunt down the shooter or get her to safety.
I chose her.
Now I paced the hospital corridors like a caged animal, my heart hammering against my ribs. The doctor assured me she would recover completely. The bullet had only grazed her shoulder. But seeing her blood on my hands had awakened something primal in me. My wolf snarled for revenge, thirsting for the blood of whoever dared touch what was mine. They thought they could hurt her and walk away unscathed.
They were wrong.
Julian.
