And now he was just holding on.
“Please,” Noah whispered, voice shaking so hard it almost broke. “You have to save Titan.”
My body moved before my thoughts did.
I stepped forward and pulled them both inside immediately.
The cold vanished behind the door, replaced by the heavy, suffocating warmth of panic.
Titan let out a low, broken sound as I carefully lowered him onto the living room rug. It wasn’t a growl. It wasn’t aggression.
It was pain.
Pure pain.
“Hey, hey, I’ve got you,” I said automatically, my ER training snapping into place even while my mind screamed that this was not supposed to be happening in my living room.
I grabbed towels.
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