Chapter 67

EMILY'S POV

My heart was pounding when we retreated back to the Yellow Bird Pack's camp, the air thick with urgency.

As soon as we arrived, I gently lowered Christian's limo body unto one of the makeshift beds, rushing out of the tent and calling for the pack’s healers to attend to him.

When I returned into the camp with one of the healers, his blood had soaked through his side and unti the bed and I could see the pain in his eyes even though he tried hard to hide it.

“I’m fine, Emily,” He whispered with a weak nonchalant smile, trying to brush off the seriousness of his injuries.

“You’re not fine, Christian! Look at you, "I snapped, my voice filled with worry and concern as my eyes lingered on the severe gash across his side. “You could’ve died, and for what? You shouldn't have just stepped into his claws like that.”

He stopped my pacing, grabbing my wrist softly, pulling me closer to his body.