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Diane's POV. “Ryan?” I called out in confusion. As soon as he wrapped his body around me, I thought that he was pulling me in for a hug, but it was the distressed grunt he let out that told me that something was wrong. “What's going on?” I asked as he stood with a grimace. “Someone tried to attack you,” he growled, snapping his eyes over the open space below. I stood at his words, my face contorted into a frown. “What?” Yet, I was still filled with confusion. At least, until he turned around. “Ryan!” I exclaimed in panic as my eyes stopped on the arrow that was lodged in his shoulder. He grimaced. “We have to get you to the Pack doctor, you should not even be standing, we need to-” “Hey, it's fine,” he cut me off in a gentle tone before reaching behind him and pulling out the ar