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The pain settles in.

Not sharp anymore.

Worse.

Deep.

Heavy.

Every breath feels like dragging glass through my ribs.

Blaze is still beside me.

Pressure on my shoulder.

Wolf moving around us.

Ace is securing the perimeter.

“Stay still,” Blaze says.

I glare at him.

“Not happening.

“Yeah,” he mutters.

“Figured.”

The radio crackles.

Static.

Then—

“Aspen.”

Everything in me goes still.

Her voice cuts through the noise.

Clear.

Focused.

Steady.

“Nash, I need you to listen to me.”

My jaw tightens.

Because that tone?

That’s not Aspen from the porch.