Dying and he knew it

He could see something far off in the distance but oh fucking Goddess, his eyes were too blurry. The pain radiating in him would have fallen even the Alpha King himself but Ryker kept pushing...for her...for his unborn baby. His mouth tasted like death itself and all he wanted was to just collapse on the dry, dusty ground and let death come take him. After all, it was a miracle he was still alive, the silver bullet had pierced through him, and spilled out from the other end. But it had missed his heart by just an inch.

A long moan fell through his lips as he painfully dragged himself across the grounds, following her scent. She was still alive, he was sure of that. her scent was still wrapped around his heart, squeezing the damn organ with each pump of blood. He held onto her scent like it was his hold, his lifeline to this fucked up earth.

"Hold on for me baby." He whispered, the sound causing such pain in his chest that he doubled over and placed his hand over the hole, gasping lik