“How about we catch up after these kids are safe?” Wyatt said with a pained grin.
He was injured. Alice wasn’t sure where exactly, but wherever it was, it was bad.
“Can you shift?” she asked.
Wyatt shook his head.
“Roman gave me a silver injection,” he replied.
Alice’s eyes widened. The panic inside her mind grew.
“Then you should stay back, you’ll just get yourself killed fighting with silver in you,” she said, turning back to the door.
“I’ll be fine,” Wyatt said, stepping forward. He gave her a gentle smile. “How can I face my son if I let you run into danger alone?”
Another pain in her head, a man with stormy hazel eyes and a deep scar on his face. Her chest ached, and her heart beat faster.
The sound from the staircase brought her back to the danger that was coming toward her.
