Yet he seemed oblivious to the pain. Keeping his uninjured arm wrapped tightly around Zoe, he rested his chin on top of her head and continued murmuring reassurances, his voice trembling but unwavering.Pressed against his chest, Zoe could feel the frantic pounding of his heart and the faint tremors running through his body from the pain. The smell of blood mingled with his familiar scent, and as the immediate danger passed, the full horror of what had nearly happened came crashing down on her.She lifted her head. At the sight of Ian's bloodless face and the way he clenched his jaw against the pain, tears suddenly spilled from her eyes.This time, she wasn't crying out of gratitude or sympathy. What she felt was far more difficult to describe, a tangled rush of fear and heartache, mixed with a strange, profound sense of peace, as though something inside her had finally settled.That evening, after his wounds had been treated at the reserve's modest medical clinic, Ian developed a slig
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