Gianna

“Gianna, baby, can you hear me?”

I clutch at the hand holding mine as pain courses through my body.

I groan, forcing my eyes open, only to realise they are open. Something doesn’t feel right; the light blinds me, but I push past it.

“Lorcan,” I mumble his name, or at least, I hope I did.

“Yes,” I hear him gasp, and I can sense his smile. “It’s me, little wolf.”

I smile as my eyes come into focus. I can see my mate, right beside me, smiling as he strokes my hair back from my forehead.

The events at my wedding come crashing back in an instant, and I can’t breathe. Someone tried to kill me!

“Shh,” Lorcan soothes, but all I can see is blood on his suit. That was my