Every second was a battle to stay conscious, to endure without collapsing.
Now, Shura's healing was at work, knitting his torn flesh and mending what he could. All Zion had to do now was hold on, just a little longer, until Shura restored his body enough for him to rise again and continue the fight.
But the ogres weren't about to give Zion any chance to recover. Their heads snapped toward him, fury blazing in their eyes; if looks could kill, Zion would have died a hundred times over.
Seeing their fallen brothers writhing in pain only fueled their rage. The first and third ogre locked onto Zion with murderous intent and, without hesitation, charged straight at him.
Addison's heart clenched. She could no longer stay calm; she knew a decision had to be made. The warriors around Zion felt the same; their instincts screamed at them not to let an Alpha fall, even if he was not of their pack.
