{Nox’s POV}

Ali barely had enough time to grieve his fallen ally before the grimness of the situation settled on him.

The other wolf — Ali’s last man — wasn’t looking good.

A deep gash tore through her upper thigh, slick with blood. She was panting, her steps uneven, and her stance drooped like a tree ready to fall.

Every action was a struggle, yet she kept her frame squared, growling under her breath, refusing to collapse.

But she was bleeding out nonetheless. And Ali didn’t ...