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When an accident threatens Kara’s life, Luke risks everything to save the girl he’s always loved — even if it means revealing his inner wolf…
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Movement on the right side of the street caught his eye. One second the road was clear, and the next his headlights highlighted a familiar female figure in the failing light.
No!
His foot slammed the brakes, but the three-and-a-half-ton truck just couldn't stop that fast. She disappeared from view and the sickening thump that followed made his heart stop and his stomach climb into his throat.
Throwing the truck into park, he leapt out and bent to look beneath his vehicle. Don't be her. Don't be her. God, please don't let it be her.
It was.
Her body lay twisted at an odd angle underneath his truck.
He'd killed her.
He sank to the ground next to her, tears watering his eyes. The asphalt bit into his knees like shards of glass. The pain was nothing compared to the fear that he'd lost the only girl he'd ever cared about. It didn't matter that she thought they were just high school classmates. Luke had known since junior high, Kara McClure would eventually be his.
“Kara?”
He touched her neck, looking for a pulse. It was faint, but the blood pooling beneath her body meant it wouldn't last long. “You can't die on me, Kara. Do you hear me?” Leaning forward, he ignored basic first aid rules and pulled her out from under the giant truck. He put his face to hers, feeling for breath. The tiniest puff of air blew against his cheek, but even that was labored. He could hear a gurgle in her chest.
She would be dead in minutes. He had no doubt in his mind. There wasn't time to get her to the hospital, or to call for an ambulance. Losing her wasn't an option.
He glanced up at the orange sky, now laced with shades of purple. Time was running out. He would shift as soon as the moon rose. If he didn't take a chance now, he'd lose her forever. Somewhere without Kara wasn't anywhere at all. His life would be over if she died tonight. He lifted her from the asphalt and hugged her to his chest. Warm liquid from her head wound slicked his left hand and tears began to fall down his cheeks.
“Chun tú Geallaim mo chroí agus anam go deo.”
No hesitation. The words rolled from his tongue as if he'd been waiting to say them his whole life.
“Chun tú Geallaim mo chroí agus anam go deo,” he repeated, pleading from the depths of his being for the spell to take hold quickly, for her blood to stop running in sickening warm streams down his wrist.
The ancient pledge would bind his essence to hers and heal her wounds. She would be able to recover from nearly any injury for as long as he lived. He'd deal with the consequences of his choice later. For now all that mattered was that Kara lived.
“Fight, Kara. Please.”