Aaron's POV
Aaron grunted as pain shot up his torso. He could feel the soreness of a bandaged wound on his left rib, slightly below where his heart should be. He could feel the tightness of his skin reeling under the fast-healing mess that was his flesh and bones.
A chill rode up his spine as the memory flashed in his mind. He could still feel the demon's talons piercing through his flesh, cutting through his bones as if he were made of cake. He didn't know if he would have made the same choice if not for his wolf thundering in his head. But at that moment, all he knew was that he couldn't lose her.
Mate.
