Chapter 30

Simon's POV Jack's warriors came for my blood. It wasn't an ordinary battle—it was a coordinated assault aimed directly at my wounds. Every movement was designed to cripple me, to finish what they had started. I fought back with everything I had, but my body betrayed me. The sharp pain in my side slowed me down, my muscles sluggish from exhaustion. And Jack's men knew it. I barely dodged a blade aimed at my ribs when Charlie suddenly lunged between me and the attack. The silver dagger plunged into his shoulder instead. A choked gasp escaped him as blood spilled from the wound. His body wavered, his knees buckling. No. I caught him before he hit the ground. His face was ashen, sweat beading on his brow. He was fading too fast. "Get him to the hospital!" I snarled at my men, barely keeping the panic from my voice. A warrior hesitated. "But, Alpha—their medical system—" "I don't care!" I roared. "Take him. Now." I watched them carry my Beta away, my fists clenched so tightly that my knuck