Rowan POV
Sirens blared in the distance. Rowan could feel the asphalt beneath his cheek and heard his name being called. He didn’t care about any of that – there was something important he needed to remember.
Hands pulled Rowan up so he was sitting on the ground. His vision cleared and he saw Jack in front of him, his mouth moving, “Get out of here. I can handle the police.”
Rowan recalled what was so important. It was becoming hard for him to breathe, and it wasn’t because of the bullets littering his stomach and chest. Ylana had been taken. “I’m too injured to shift.” He stood, wanting to run as fast as his wolf self could take him.
“We’re not far from the city.” Jack turned him by the shoulders to point him in the direction he needed to go.
Rowan could see the buildings of New York City. Even while injured, it wouldn’t be too difficult for him to run there. “I’ll go to Keegan’s to get cleaned up. Call my dad.”