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68~ I'm Not Dying Here

Author: Ashveil
last update Last Updated: 2025-09-05 13:55:57

Ronan's Point Of View

He tilted his head up, eyes dazed but sharp with that stubborn spark of his. The sight clawed at something deep in my chest. His lips trembled. “How… how are you even standing like that? You’re bleeding? Does it… does it hurt?”

For a second, I almost laughed. Even soaked in his own blood, he worried about me. Damn. My jaw clenched, forcing the words out with the steadiness I didn’t feel. “A werewolf’s body isn’t that fragile.”

But the truth? Every nerve in me screamed otherwise.

The men in black… cowards wrapped in shadow, realized brute force wasn’t going to cut it. They moved differently now, slipping into angles, weapons shifting. My senses screamed danger before I saw it… the faint hiss, almost nothing, but my ears caught it. Poisoned darts. Subtle, fast.

I twisted, clutching Zane tighter against me, every movement precise but burning. Two darts split the air past my cheek. Another grazed my side. I pivoted. Dodged. The fourth… “Ronan!” Zane’s cry tore throu
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