#Chapter 66 More wounds

Patara We hit the ground harder than expected. I held Ethan to my chest and Erik held onto me as if he was a cage around us as we all rolled off of Dylan’s back from the impact. My head spun and I tried my best not to let go of my baby until we stopped rolling. A few feet away from where we landed, we came to a rough stop against a thick tree. Erik looked as if he took most of the hit, but he still got up with a groan to check Dylan the moment he got a bit of breath back in him. It took me a few moments longer before my head stopped making my world shift beneath me. I stood on shaky legs and followed Erik. Dylan had shifted back into his human form by the time we reached him and there was blood—everywhere. I couldn’t even tell where he was hit. “Oh my goodness—What are we going to do?” I asked when I saw Dylan had his eyes closed still. His chest still rose and fell—but it felt like there was a hole in my chest just from the sight of him. Would his body be a