Landon was bleeding. A lot. Too much. Lucas crouched beside him, hands shaking, unable to decide which wound needed pressure first. There were too many. Deep scratches raked across Landon’s chest. Blood poured in steady, horrifying streams from the bites on his neck and shoulders. His side was a torn mess of meat and muscle, pulsing with each heartbeat.
“Landon,” Aurelia sobbed, leaning over him, her braids slipping forward over her shoulders. “Landon, please hang on. Please stay. Stay with me.”
“He’s dead,” Landon rasped, breath hitching. “I finally killed him.”
“Yeah, he’s dead,” Lucas muttered. The fact should have meant something. It didn’t. Not when Landon’s life was leaking out across the dirt.
“He needs a hospital.”
Lucas looked up to see Jake approaching at a near run, Kiernan
