"You're hurt, Mommy!" Jared's small voice cut through the quiet like a startled howl, his eyes wide and shimmering with worry as he scanned the gash on my leg. My wolf growled low in my chest protective, alert, sensing the threat in the memory of tonight's chaos.
I stared at Elliot, stunned. My Alpha had gone into the pharmacy just to fetch ointment and bandages for me? Even after everything, his pack instincts had kicked in seeing one of our own injured, he acted without hesitation.
He worked swiftly and efficiently, dabbing antiseptic over the wound, his hands steady and sure, wrapping my leg with care. My wolf's senses hummed with relief as he completed the dressing. There was a rhythm to him, a dominance in his movements that spoke of experience and control.
