บท 216: If I Die Young

(JERICHO)

Sasha lies half cradled in Tyler's lap. Blood seeps between Tyler's fingers as he tries to keep pressure on the wound. My brother's face is pale, too pale than I've ever seen. The sight makes me feel sick to my stomach. Yes, I wanted him to help me protect my omega, but of all the worst-case scenarios that I had imagined, the last thing I thought was that my brother would be lying in a pool of his own blood. I don't want to imagine the worst. I can't. Not right now. I have to keep the hope that he will be okay. He has to be okay.

I yank out my phone and tap the screen so rushedly that the phone almost falls. "Miles," I bark into the phone, surprised at how steady my voice sounds. "Sasha is down. We need help. Now."