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cried and touched Dash everywhere I could. “We need to get him to a hospital. Right now.”
    I was so lightheaded from joy and hope, but I held myself together. We had to get Dash to a hospital. He would live.
    “ Help me get him up.” I started to lift Dash, carefully, but Grady put his hands on mine.
    “ He won’t make it.” His soft words sank to the bottom of my stomach, the heaviest of any I ever heard. “His spine’s been severed. He’s bleeding out too quickly.”
    “ No.” That wasn’t possible. Dash had a chance. He was strong enough to make it.
    I looked around the group frantically, not understanding why his pack brothers wouldn’t help him. “What are you all doing? Help me get him up.”
    The faces around me dropped and with them my hope.
    I tried to swallow, but my throat was too dry. Hands shaking, I took his into mine. Time slowed around me and I took in every piece of Dash I could. The strong line of his jaw and the scruff that covered it. His long eyelashes that tickled me when we kissed. His full, red lips and perfectly aligned teeth. I pulled him closer and lay my head on his as tears continued to stream down my face.
    And then my scar burned. First, it was an itch, and then it turned into a roaring solar flare that spread through my body and down into my hands. I cried out, but I refused to let go of Dash. Was this what happened when your wolf died? Did I finally get my stupid wish of having the scar disappear? No, I needed it.
    “ What’s happening?” Marco asked, pulling away from me.
    The pain was almost unbearable now, but I welcomed it. Take me, I begged the fire that raged through me. I didn’t care. The blaze now sat in my right hand as if I held the sun itself. Just take me, I screamed each word clearly to the pain. I hugged Dash further into me and willed myself to go with him. The inferno flared so hot that I wasn’t sure if my screams were internal or out loud and then, all at once, it stopped.
    My entire body trembled as hands pulled me backwards. Gasps escaped from the men around me and my eyes landed on a glowing red handprint on Dash’s lower side. What did I do? The light burned for another moment and then settled into a fresh scar, the perfect shape of my hand.
    “ What did…” I didn’t finish because Dash jolted and coughed.
    “ The hell?” Carson spoke for everybody.
    I grabbed at him, turned him as he spit out blood and caught his breath. Dash opened his eyes and looked right into mine. Confusion at first, darting back and forth in panic, but then relaxing as he recognized my face.
    “ Tanner.” His whisper was the most beautiful thing I ever heard.
    “ Dash.” I bawled over and over in between kissing him. “You’re ok.”
    His hands reached up and brushed my cheek. They were gentle, as always, and his eyes took in every part of my face. I felt weightless in that moment, like I was air itself. The pain, the sorrow, the hell ride I just went through fell free from me.
    Dash lifted himself slightly and pulled me closer to him. His warm lips rested on mine and the magnificent scent of burning wood filled me.
    His lips parted ever so slightly. “I love you.”
    I laughed as I cried and kissed him back. “I love you, too.”

CHAPTER EIGHT
     
    My hands were still shaking. Dash had almost died. Two hours later and I couldn’t steady my hand enough to turn on the shower.
    “ I can help you.” Dash started to reach forward.
    “ No.” I grabbed his arm and held him in place on the edge of the tub. “What part of you almost died don’t you understand?”
    “ But I didn’t,” he reassured me.
    “ We’re all very happy about that,” I said, turning the hot water on. “And now you’re going to let me take care of you.”
    I half expected Dash to drop dead at any moment. I could still see his body on the ground, unmoving and covered in blood. At that moment I was sure I had lost him forever. That wasn’t something I could just get over.
    Dash was