JORDANI kept Amberly sitting right there on the edge of my clean kitchen counter, the harsh, bright overhead lights illuminating every single scratch, bruise, and line of exhaustion marring her pale face. I pulled the heavy, black plastic first-aid kit from the upper cabinet, slamming it onto the counter next to her thigh with a dull thud. My thoughts were completely unhinged. Inside my chest, my wolf was clawing violently at my ribs, roaring a relentless, bloodthirsty demand to shift, to mark her, to rip the throat out of the Alpha who dared to touch what belonged to me. The iron smell of her fresh blood mixed with the cold, wet scent of forest mud, sending a wave of absolute sensory overload straight to my brain. I forced myself to draw a slow, deep breath, consciously slowing the frantic rhythm of my heart. I had to suppress the rabid monster screaming in my head; she didn't need a territorial beast right now. She needed me gentle.I stepped entirely into her personal space, plan
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