When Cassian fell, Graeme collapsed next to him—his strength and fight to keep defending finally leaving his body when there was no immediate threat left.
Sam ran to Greta's side where she was slowly getting to her feet, running his hands over his mate to see if she had any wounds and lifting her face to see how much pain was in her eyes.
"I'm fine. I'm fine," she waved him off, wincing as she did.
"Something is broken," Sam's voice was calm, disguising the true panic that was fluttering within his chest.
"I'm fine, Sam!" she glared up at him. He should not be fussing over her when Graeme was collapsed on the floor.
Neoma had gone to where the Alpha and his attacker were both lying, true terror reflecting on her face as she saw all of the blood soaking Graeme's shirt and creating a growing pool beneath him.
"I don't know what to do," she whispered to herself, her hands trembling as they hovered over him and the energy that appeared dimmer than usual.
