Lynn's POV
"NO!"
The scream tore from my throat, raw and agonized. My eyes went wide, horror flooding through me as I watched Logan's massive wolf form crash to the deck.
The impact shook the planks beneath my feet. Blood sprayed from his muzzle—dark and too much—pooling rapidly beneath his body.
Through our mindlink, I felt his pain spike before the connection went eerily, terrifyingly quiet.
My legs moved before my brain caught up. I ran across the blood-slicked deck, my heels skidding on the slippery surface. Dropping to my knees beside him, I reached for his massive head, cradling it in my lap as best I could.
His fur was matted with blood and sweat. His breathing came in shallow, rattling gasps that made his whole body shudder. The wolfsbane burns on his shoulder still smoked fa
