It almost reached the bone, but luckily the blade missed it," Benedict said while studying the glowing scanner hovering over Elliot's injured leg. Blue light swept slowly across the wound, exposing torn flesh and bruised muscle beneath his skin.
The sight made my wolf rage violently inside me.
"Who did this to you?" I asked through clenched teeth. My nails dug into my palms as fury spread through my chest like fire. Aliona kidnapped my son, hunted Elliot across foreign territory, and now he sat before me wounded because of her madness. If she stood in front of me now, I would have ripped her apart with my own claws.
Elliot immediately sensed the anger rolling off me. Even injured, his Alpha instincts remained sharp. He reached out and wrapped his hand around mine, his thumb brushing gently over my trembling fingers.
"It looks worse than it is," he murmured calmly. "I only need some rest."
He was the one bleeding, yet he was still trying to comfort me.
