Chapter 29

Aisha's POV The ground trembled beneath my feet as the war cries of the Silver Lake Pack echoed through the pack. The scent of blood, sweat, and burning wood filled the air, and the hospital was already swamped with the injured. But my focus was entirely on Simon. He was already pulling on his shirt, his muscles tensing as he swung his legs over the side of the bed. His wound was still fresh, the bandages around his torso stained crimson. "You cannot be serious," I hissed, moving to block him. "You can barely stand!" He shot me a sharp look. "I don't have a choice." His voice was cold, controlled, but the fire in his eyes told me exactly where his rage was directed. Jack. I grabbed his arm, desperation creeping into my tone. "Simon, you're still healing. If you go out there like this, you'll—" "I won't let him take you." His words were low, deadly, final. I froze. For a moment, all I could do was to stare at him. The unshakable resolve in his gaze made my breath catch. Then, before I c