Jack
Every time I hear the heart monitor spike or dip in its rhythmic beeping, my anxiety increases. Which has happened a whole damn lot since we got here. We have been in the medical wing of the packhouse for well over six hours, and they had just finished getting her settled in a medical bed and tended to her wounds.
Lucky for her, she wasn't malnourished and only had a few superficial scrapes and bruises. Her neck was the worst of it. Derek did a number on her and didn't want to let go. I was grateful that one of the warriors was quick enough to grab her away from him. It was so fast he had just planted his teeth in her pretty little neck, so no venom even seeped through. The only repercussions were hunks of mangled flesh that hung off of her delicate frame.
For a human, this will be
