Angel’s POV

Quickly pulling myself together, we followed him to the pack house where Jasmine lay on the porch. Joyce was on the floor beside her, frantically trying to stop the bleeding. As I got closer, I could see gashes in multiple places, silver and dark blood seeping from them.

Dante's anguish washed over me like a tsunami, nearly knocking the breath out of me as we crouched down beside her. I squeezed his hand to remind him that I was here for him, just as he was always ...