39. LUCAS

Angel’s scream echoed in my ears. She was in danger. She needed me. Ignoring the pain in my chest, I struggled to my feet and stumbled in the direction her scream was coming from. The men at my back were forgotten. All I could think about was getting to her. But every step felt like agony. Every breath I took was getting harder. Dark spots lingered at the edges of my vision. I stumbled and hit the ground. My legs shook as I struggled to my feet again. There in front of me was my mate with a man hovering above her. He held a spear, one end already lodged in her chest. With another roar, I forced myself to move. I could feel the life being drained from my body. The man looked up just as I reached them. I swiped at him with my claw, sending him flying through the air. Letting out another roar, I tried to pull the spear out of her chest, but I couldn’t grab hold of it with my big, clawed hand. A whimper fell from Angel’s lips when I accidentally knocked the spear with the back o