Full Moon Curse (by Dream) novel Chapter 217

Chapter 217

We hear the door click from the inside, and I start to charge in. Dallas grabs my shoulder and pulls me back, “It could be a trap.” He whispers and I look at the door, then back at him.

Normally, I wouldn’t care, but if I’m stuck in a trap, I won’t be able to help Amy. I have to be able to help her.

I nod my head to tell him I hear him, then slowly start to open the door. Walker pulls me back and pushes in

front of me.

Maybe it’s not the best idea to have your friends as people who are meant to protect you. I don’t want him hurt as bad as I don’t want myself hurt.

He slowly walks in, then turns his head to the side. His eyes widen and then he’s behind the door. I rush in after him and see Amy unconscious and covered in blood. I can tell some of its not hers, but the majority of it is.

My knees slam to the ground next to her, I grab her wrist, while Walker puts pressure on her side and Dallas grabs her other wrist.

I can hear her heartbeat. It’s weak but it’s there. Cole’s the last to walk in and he looks around the room, and a smile graces his face. “That’s our Luna.” He chuckles, and my head turns to where he’s looking.

A girl lays there, covered in blood, and very much dead.

I look back at Amy. What the hell did that witch do to her?

“We need to get her to the hospital.” I slide my arms under her, as Dallas grabs her other wrist to slow the bleeding and we all awkwardly make our way to the car. Leaving Cole behind to deal with the aftermath of my

mate.

I’m so proud of her but also feel like I’m going to die. I can’t stand seeing her like this. She’s been too close to death too many times for my liking.

When we get to the hospital, the nurses instantly surround me, and yank Amy out of my arms. They place her on a stretcher and start heading for those dreaded double doors, but now that I’m Alpha, I follow.

I place my hand on Amy’s head, while they cart her to the OR, not really sure where else to put my hands, since the nurses are trying to keep the blood flow down on her wrist.

Goddess, there’s so much blood.

A nurse pushes against my chest right before they start to head into another set of doors and I look down at her with a slight growl.

“Kiera. I’m going with her.” I grit out, and she shakes her head. “Liam. You’re the Alpha so you know I can’t stop you, but just think about it like this. If the doctors have you breathing down their neck, they’ll be nervous as fuck. You know they will do everything in their power to help her, so help them. Please Liam.” She pleads.

My teeth clench and eyes squeeze shut, then I lean down to kiss Amy on the forehead. “Come back to me, Angel.” I whisper in her ear.

Then I lean back and let go of Amy, and they take off through the doors.

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I watch her leave, and once she’s through the doors I look back at Kiera. “You better save her.” I growl and Kiera looks up at me with sorrowful eyes. “She’s a good friend, Liam. I’ll watch over her. I promise.” She whispers and I nod, then slowly head back to the waiting room.

Goddess, I hate this place. So fucking much!

I try to mind-link Griffon, but of course, I’m blocked. So, I grab my phone from my pocket and dial his number, and of course no answer. Fucking of course.

I dial Heather’s number, and she answers on the first ring.

Once I’m off the phone with Heather, I walk into the waiting room, and go to sit down next to Dallas. Everybody is already here, except Cole and Hazel, who I assume are dealing with things at home.

Dallas looks over at me, “Do you want me to call, Griffon.” Dallas asks, and I shake my head. “He’s not answering.” I grit out, he’s been so irresponsible lately, and I’m over him acting like a child. He was never this bad even when he was a child, I just don’t know what’s wrong with him.

“What?” I hear Aspen hiss, and I look up to see her glaring at me. I shrug, and watch as she pulls out her phone and walks over to the hallway.

I can hear her phone ringing, and Griffon answers her. “What’s up, Aspen?” Griffon says gruffly. Aspen turns so she’s facing away from us, but I can still hear them. “Why the hell aren’t you answering your dad?” She hisses, and I hear him sigh. “I just can’t handle him right now.” He says, and I close my eyes. I hate being at odds with my son. I never imagined it’d be like this with us.

“Yeah? Well, I bet your mom’s having a hard time handling things too, considering she’s having surgery and could die.” She growls.

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