CHAPTER EIGHT

TYLER POV

I stood at the door frozen. The warrior was right. I didn't want to see the scene in front of me. Parker was on the floor holding and unconscious Tessa in his arms. He had pulled a blanket down on top of her but there was blood everywhere. There was blood all of Parker, Tessa, her bed, her floor. It was everywhere.

My wolf howled in my head and before I knew what was happening I was walking further into the room. My eyes were black. My wolf was in charge. He had taken over. And as soon as I got close enough to Tessa, Parker backed away. He knew that he wasn't a threat to my wolf because he was mated. But he didn't want to be near my wolf right now.

"She's been stabbed twice in the stomach. And there are other injuries." Parker muttered out. And I sat there quietly trying to regain control. I shook my head until I was able to push my wolf back and I was staring down at my mate.

"What other injuries?" I demanded. But Parker didn't answer me. So I snapped my head up at him.