I twisted my shoulders, trying to break his grip, but his arms felt like steel bands locked around my ribs."Stop fighting me, Jaslyn," Ryder murmured, his deep tone vibrating directly against my back.He did not squeeze my injured left arm, carefully positioning his large hands on my stomach so he would not aggravate the silver cut.Even though I was furious, the overwhelming strength of his embrace forced my thrashing to slow down.The intense, radiating warmth of his bare skin seeped straight through the thin fabric of my dark sweater, wrapping me in an intoxicating cocoon of comfort.I tried to keep my focus on Connor, but the ancient magic tying our souls together flared to life the exact second Ryder held me.The mate bond surged through my veins, short-circuiting my panic and replacing my rage with a profound, terrifying sense of safety.I hated myself for feeling safe in the arms of the beast while my friend was lying motionless in the dirt, yet I could not stop the reaction.
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