Jonathan's POV
"You sense it, don't you? That hollow ache spreading through your chest."
My breathing became labored. Every muscle in my body screamed as agony washed over my injuries. The pain cut deeper than any wound I had endured before. Yet beneath the torment, numbness crept in, dulling the edges as reality crashed down around me. My vision blurred while the silver bullet burned and pulsed in my shoulder. But Calvert Breezy wasn't referring to my physical wounds.
"You know what, boy, I must give you credit where it's due. You had the nerve to put your entire pack at risk just to reclaim your woman. That takes backbone. You would have faced whatever punishment awaited if Savannah hadn't shown up threatening war between our territories."
"Don't you... dare speak... her name."
My words came out rough and strained. I couldn't tell if the silver poisoning caused my weakness or something far worse.
