The Lost Pack
The dart slams into my chest, left side, just above my ribs, and the world starts to go black, spiralling out fast and hard.
No. No. No. Not yet.
I slam my head back into the tree trunk behind me. Pain bursts in white stars across my vision, but it keeps me here. Keeps me awake.
I can’t black out. I can’t be taken. Not when I have something to live for.
Paige. Jaxon. Ryder. Remy. The Pack. My pack.
I grit my teeth and try to shift again, but it’s an even worse attempt than before.
The hunters speak again, muffled now, like I’m sinking underwater.
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