“Wren.” The word tore from Brix’s throat. Tears filled my eyes as he moved closer. My shoulders burned with the pain of dislocation, and my skin blazed with countless cuts. Everything hurt. But none of it compared to the agony swirling in my heart. “Going. To. Get. You. Down.” Brix panted between each word. “Help. You.” He reached out. “Don’t.” My voice was barely audible, nothing but a raspy whisper, but it still stopped Brix in his tracks. He cocked his head to one side, his animal half bleeding through. “It’s okay.”
