Vasilios POVI hate hospitals. They’re loud, bright and smell like a thousand different cleaning products mixed into one. But as I stood over Cassandra, watching her sleep in oblivious peace, I didn’t even notice all the things I usually attributed to hospitals. Instead, I tried desperately to pull myself together for both Cassandra’s sake, and my own. I had lost control the moment Greg aimed to shoot my woman for the second time, having realised that she hadn’t been killed with his first bullet. Titan raged and my memory is patchy as the wolf used my hands to rip the head clean off of the psychopath before he could even pull the trigger. When I had returned to my senses, I found Cassandra lying on the floor, her limp body barely breathing. I picked her up, cradling her to my chest as my eyes darted around the room. Maretti stood motionless, his eyes fixed on Greg’s corpse and I knew that he had just witnessed a scene he hadn’t ever dreamed was possible. His eyes met mine with an
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