Jessica's POV
"No, no, no," I whispered frantically, my hands trembling as they searched through the thick fur of the massive wolf sprawled before me. Where was the wound? There had to be blood, torn flesh, something to explain why he looked so broken.
But there was nothing. Just like with Caleb. The wounds vanished as if they never existed.
Those eyes though. Mismatched and achingly familiar. The rapid healing. The protective instincts that made him throw himself between me and danger without hesitation.
What were the chances? It couldn't be possible.
"Where does it hurt?" I demanded, my voice cracking as my fingers combed through his coat, desperate to find what was wrong. "Tell me where you're injured."
Even knowing it was impossible, I felt drawn to this creature with an intensity that made my chest tight. I couldn't bear to see him suffering.
That bastard Bailey lay motionless across the room, blood pooling beneath him. He'd live. Unfortunately.
