Chapter 33

Liz POV

The massive black wolf skids to a stop in front of the pack house and lays on the ground so I can climb off his back. My head is pounding as I slide off his back, and I find myself wobbly on my feet. As I stumble toward the pack house, a pair of arms wraps around my waist to hold me steady.

I peek over my shoulder and see Deimos holding me up with a severe look on his face. “We need to get you back to the hospital.”

I shake my head from side to side. “Your blood will heal me,” I remind him. “I am just a little dizzy.”

I try to walk into the pack house, but Deimos doesn’t let go of my body. I try to pry his hands away, but he doesn’t let go. “I think I should carry you,” he says gruffly, and a blush spreads across my cheeks.

“I can walk,” I argue, but Deimos doesn’t appear to be listening.

Bending down with a grunt, Deimos scoops me into his arms and carries me gently into the pack house. He breathes heavily every time he steps forward on his bad leg, and I kn