Alec’s

"Sadie?" I hear a voice calling me, but it sounds muffled underwater.

My ears are ringing, and I can barely see anything given that my sight is blurry. I feel dazed and there is this excruciating pain radiating somewhere on my body.

"Open your eyes, Sadie. We have to get out of here."

This time the voice is clearer. It belongs to Alec. It takes a minute or so, but my mind clears and everything comes crushing into me. The accident. The hybrids that were after us.

I open my eyes and realize that I am upside down. Alec had gotten free from his seatbelt, but for me, it was still securely wrapped around my chest. With shaking hands, I unbuckle it and fall to the roof of the car, screaming as I land on my hand.

"Take it easy," Alec whispers, his voice soft, tinged with a bit of worry.

Finally, I pinpoint the exact area the pain is radiating from. I take a deep breath, trying to breathe through the pain in my shoulder.

"Sadie, listen to me," Alec begins and I struggle to focus on him. "I'll get out and help you out. Once I do, we need to make a run for it. Got it?"

Nodding my head, I let him know that I understood his plan. Without wasting time, he gets out, rounds the car and moves to my side. Luckily, my door wasn't damaged, and he easily opens it. He gives me his hand, and I place my uninjured one in his. He helps me out, being mindful and gentle.

It's only once I am out of the car that I realize that the hybrids had stopped. We crashed by the side of the road, and they were just watching us. One of them wore a serious look while the other had a sinister smile plastered on their faces.

Alec pulls my hand, leading me towards the forest that wasn't that far away. I look at him, then back to our joined hands. His steps are fast, and if it wasn't for the fact that he was holding my hand, I would have been left behind.Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

In the distance, I hear a car door slam. I look behind me only to find that the two hybrids have gotten out of their car.

"We have to hurry up," Alec says, not breaking a step. "We need to lure them into wolf territory; that is the only chance we have at killing them."

What he was saying made sense. Like I said before, the council forbade anything that could lead to our secrets being discovered. That includes killing. Even with rogues, we can't kill them in human territory.

I quicken my steps despite the pain. My other hand was bleeding and hung loosely at my side. I suspected that when the glass window shattered, I was cut, and then, when the car crashed, I either broke my hand or dislocated my shoulder.

"I've already contacted Jason and Micah; they are now organizing some warriors," he informs me.

Maybe it's because of the blood loss, but I was starting to get weak. My hand ached and so did my sides.

Let no one lie to you. Yes, we heal faster, but we don't have super healing powers. When I say we heal fast, I mean we heal much quicker than humans. A wound that would take a human five days to heal would take wolves three days. T That's what healing fast means. Not the

It's a load of crap to think that healing for us takes a mere second, or is it minutes? Sure, small wounds can

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heal in a few hours, but not bigger

ones.

I stare at Alec's back; he doesn't seem injured at all. Well, I hope he is not, because with one of my arms useless at my side, he's my only defense against those two hybrids.

"Nyx," I call my wolf, who had been

pacing restlessly inside me. She hates feeling helpless. Shifting now with an injured hand would only complicate the healing process. "Could you tell our warriors to join

Alec's warriors?"

I feel too tired and worn out to mind-link them, but she can communicate with their wolves.

"On it," she answers and disappears.

"How much further?" I ask Alec as I feel my body getting weaker. I need to deal with my wound before I pass out from blood loss.

"Not much further," he says before looking back at me. He must have seen something because his jaw tenses right before he stops.

Letting go of my hand, he surprises me when he swings me into his hands, bridal style. I wrap my good hand around his shoulder, afraid to fall.

"What are you doing?" I question him. With him being this close, the bond comes to life.

He resumes walking. "You look pale and like you were about to faint."

"I'm fine," I argue, gritting my teeth against the sparks that had ignited due to the bond.

"No, you are not," he argues back. "And besides, this way, we'll be much faster."

I don't argue, especially when I hear growls behind us. Alec runs, with me in his hands. I hate feeling like a damn damsel in distress. I can't do anything about it, though. Alec was right; I was about to pass out.

Within minute's feel the difference,

the change, as Alec crosses into

wolf territory. We both breathe a sigh of relief, even though it doesn't last long. Seconds later, the growls intensify. I look over Alec's shoulder, only to be met with twin ruby eyes.