His Trouble Maker

Chapter 110

GRAYSON

“You told me she’s going to wake up!”

“You told me it’s going to work!”

Shut up. Shut up.

My head is splitting in half. Right between the eyes. Like someone’s driving a spike through my skull. I grip the edge of the cot. Hard

go white. Theo’s pacing again. Saying shit like it matters. Pierce is slamming drawers like that’s going to fix anything. They keep making n breathing. But she’s still not fucking moving.

Her body’s burning through another fever. Skin wet and red like she’s being boiled from the inside out. I lean over her. Close enough to hear her heartbeat stutter. Then stall. Then start again.

I want to tear the fucking walls down.

“You said-”

“I said shut your mouth,” I snap.

Three days.

Three days since I carved that cut into her side and fed her my blood like it was enough to save her. Three days since I ripped Riot’s fucking leash off her

neck and chained her to me instead. Three days of her not opening her eyes.

What the hell did I do wrong?

Pierce grabs my collar and drags me outside like I’m the fucking problem. Slams me into the side of the cabin, breathing hard, like he’s ready to throw hands. Like I won’t split his spine for touching me.

“You said she’d wake up,” he snaps, shaking.

I don’t say a word.

“You said your blood would work-”

“I said shut your fucking mouth.”

He grips harder. I let him–for one second. Then I slam my forehead into his nose.

Crack. Blood everywhere.

He stumbles back, yelling, hands flying to his face. I don’t move. I don’t breathe. I just watch him bleed like I want to rip open ha ubs and check it ha heart’s still fucking beating.

“You think I won’t kill for her?” I ask, Low. Too calm

“You think I haven’t already?”

He spits into the dirt. “She’s not breathing right

“She’s breathing enough”

“She’s dying-”

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“No,” I snarl, stepping in. “She’s changing”

1 grab him by the throat this time. Drag him forward until we’re nose to nose, his blood on my mouth now.

“Riot buried himself in her spine. He left anchors in her scent. Leashes behind her eyes. You don’t come back clean from that

you even know what’s happening

what Riot leaves behind. I’ve seen bod imprint sickness. I’ve seen wolves cannibalize their

exhaling

cold air hits my

from the gutter, swaying with every gust of wind.

crowd in like

away from Pierce, toward the edge of the clearing where we dumped

a knife at the same time–set them down hard on the makeshift bench we dragged out here

you going?” Pierce asks, trailing after me like

“About what?”

turn around. Just keep walking–through the trees, past the shed we dumped the spare cot

Pierce follows.

“About Riot. About how the line’s

at the bench. Set the jug

steps up beside

he says. “No calls. No

“So?”

“So that’s not normal.”

at him.

think I don’t know

like a goddamn butcher to notice

I grab the knife.

stiffens. But

Not yet.

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that again?” I

He doesn’t.

blade once in my hand, then jam it into the bench wood between us. The metal vibrates. “I know it’s quiet,”

That’s what I’m saying. No

it rot in my

“Has to be.”

Of course it is.

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poison people–he poisons systems. He spreads. Quiet. Fast. Like mold

he was limping,” I

nods. “Last time we saw him. But that was before she

just limping. He’s pissed. Hungry. Imprinted. He has her scent in his lungs and. blood on his tongue

I say under my breath. “That’s why

looks at

to chase her. He

block

can’t pull her if I’m still in the

at the

“She’s not waking up.”

“She will.”

“She’s burning”

“I know.”

in blood. It Riot’s rotting the pack from the inside, then wu stay outside. We hold the line. We don’t

“You don’t understand, do you? The line’s gone. There’s no one left on

That gives me pause.

it. Steps

he says, voice lower now, like maybe that’ll soften the blow think Riot already

that, his next question

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