Chapter 153

Nate's POV

“Layla, you’re bleeding .”

“Stay with me, Layla,” I whispered, my voice strained with desperation. “We’re almost there.”

I carried her in my arms as we rushed to the pack hospital. How did I miss that? I did not notice she was hurt. Normally, I should have smelt the blood but I didn’t. I had been so distracted.

Layla’s response was nothing but a shallow exhale, her skin pale and clammy against mine. The guilt gnawed at my heart, a grim reminder of the dangers that lurked in the darkness.

As we stumbled through the underbrush, my senses were heightened, every rustle of leaves and snap of twigs sending a jolt of fear coursing through my veins.

Instinctively, I tightened my grip on Layla, my senses on high alert as I scanned the shadows for any sign of danger.

“Nate,” Layla murmured weakly, her voice barely a whisper. “I’m scared.”

I pressed a kiss to her forehead, my heart breaking at the fear in her eyes. “Do