RORY'S POV: LOVE "I've loved you since the moment you saved me from the skarvs," I whispered, my voice trembling as I cradled Ryker. There was too much blood. "Ryker," I called softly. His skin felt cold, and his breaths came slow and uneven. His lips barely moved. "Wolf..." he murmured. I took a sharp breath. "I'm here. I'm right here, Ryker," I said, as if holding him tight could keep him with me. A trickle of blood ran down from a cut on his forehead, and I pressed my shaking hand against it, desperate to slow the flow. "Medic... is coming... soon," he rasped. "Okay, okay," I whispered, trying to sound reassuring even as I feared for us both. "Someone... got away... getting help..." His voice faded as his head drooped. "No, no, no," I pleaded, pressing my forehead against his. "Stay with me, please." The night was silent, the smell of blood heavy in the air, while lifeless bodies lay scattered around us. “This looks like Renzo… but why would he do this?”
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