Dane “Shit! Dane, can you hear me? Wake the fuck up!” I hear my brother’s voice, it sounds desperate and so far away. “DANE!”

“For fuck sake shut up!” I open my eyes, to find myself hanging upside down. Blood dripped down my arms and face as I try to make sense of what happened

‘What the fuck happened?’ Aero asks, coming too. I don’t answer as I try to get my bearings.

The car is on it’s roof, the windscreen shattered. Broken glass sits below my head. A sharp pain radiates from my chest making it hard to breathe. I could smell the fuel leaking from the car, it would be seconds before this whole thing went up in flames.

“Shit!” Jenson mutters. He is fighting against the dashboard that was crushed against him. Forcing it back a centimetre at a time with his hands. If we were human, we would already be dead.

Reaching down to release the belt. I feel it. The chuck of glass sticking out of my chest, close to my heart. For all I know it could be piercing the very organ that keeps me alive. Of all the ways I thought I would die, it wasn’t like this.

“Jenson, look at me.” “Hold on, I’m nearly free.” “Jenson.”

He stops punching the dash to look at me. The cuts on his face from the glass were already healing. I see the terror in his eyes as he takes in the large piece of glass sticking out of me. The same thought runs through his head as what ran through mine.

“No….no,no,no, this is net fucking happening. You are having kids! You can’t leave Neah. She needs you. We all need you.

“Jenson, you know as well as I do, that the pack will already know something is wrong. That’s why you didn’t want to look at me, you could already feel that I was in trouble. Neah will feel it too.

Dane,’ Raven’s voice screams through my head. ‘What happened?’

Car accident.’ I half chuckle back. ‘Some asshole came out of nowhere.”

But you are okay, right? Please tell me you are okay!”

I look at the piece of glass sticking out of my chest. My eyes go to Jenson as he uses one foot to stomp the dash back off his other leg. Promise me you will protect Neah.’ I mutter through the link. ‘If I die, promise me you won’t abandon her.”

No.’ She starts to tear up. ‘She’s carrying your children.”

‘And until they are old enough, I need you and Eric to help her run the pack.’

Jenson has his hands pressed against my chest. He couldn’t hide the worry in his eyes even if he wanted to.

He carefully removes the belt that is holding me upside down. Catching me before My body moves too. XX much and dislodges the glass. SS Slowl drags me fromthe c> wreckage, pulling me all the way to theopposite side of the road, just as thé car goes up into onebig fre ball.

“Go!” I mutter. “The human cops will be here soon. “I’m not leaving you.” Jenson rips my shirt open, pressing around the wound with all his weight. “It might not be in your heart.

‘If itis and you remove it, I die.”

f I don’t, you-will die anyway, unable to heal and sdnstantly pouring out with blood. What about Neah? What about thetwins? You know Roarwil take her ar if you are not about! You know’she will never be the same if she h@loses you.” 4

Turning my head to one side, I spit out the blood that had been creeping up my throat. I try to link Neah, but Nyx has her blocked off.

“Are you trying to piss off a dying man?”

“You are net dying.” He wraps N something around the piece of glass and yanks it out, tossing it to oné side, He holds his hands against my wound. I watch his eyes glaze over.

“Who are you linking?” I cough up more blood

“My sister. If there is anyone who can help. it’s her!”

Sirens erupt in the distance. But no one had passed us or stopped so someone had alerted them. The other car that had hit us is long gone. “You have to go!” I snap at my brother.

“Not a fucking chance. I made the mistake of following your orders before.” He pokes at my wound and I watch him smile. “It didn’t hit your heart.” “Are you sure?

“Raven said you would be dead by now. And you are healing. The cuts on your face have already healed.

I look down to see the wound knitting together. A thick pink line develops, gradually thinning out until it looked as though I had never been injured.