Craved By The Cursed Hockey Alpha
I didn’t waste a single second.
I dropped straight to my knees beside Nate. He was struggling to sit up, his face was a complete disaster—his bottom lip was split in two.
“Nate... let’s go. Let's get to the clinic,” I whispered, reaching out to support him.
He was already trying to force himself back onto his feet, his body shaking violently from exhaustion and pain. His eyes were still locked onto Ian with a suicidal fury that completely ignored logic.
“Nate, please.” I placed both of my palms flat against his chest, “Please, just look at me. Let's go.”