Lucas’s POV
I forced myself to shift back to my human form and raced over to Harper. My heart and blood were still racing from my fight against Calix. Everything was horrifically heightened.
As soon as I saw Harper, my heart dropped to my stomach. Most of her clothes were torn and saturated with blood. The marks from Calix’s claws had sliced through the fabric and managed to cut into her skin as well.
Shockingly enough, those wounds were the least of our concerns. My eyes were drawn to the real problem. On the lower right side of Harper’s neck was a semi-deep laceration. Harper was trying to slow down the bleeding by keeping a hand firmly pressed against the injury.
But even that didn’t seem like it was helping much. The color in her face was already beginning to grow pale.
Harper’
