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Ramsey is at his side, but that won't be enough. Warrick is a big motherfucker, just like me.

"Go!" I bark. "I love you. Tell Love I love her, too."

I don't look back, and I don't let myself think it through too fully.

I aim for Vince. He's my packmate, and I won't leave him out here alone to deal with this shit. There are four of us. The entire point of a pack is that we can divide and conquer. At this point, I have to trust Jude and Dexter.

"What do I do?" I ask, hitting my knees next to Vince.

Chapter Forty-One

Dexter Clark

It takes me three tries before I finally catch Hawk's hand. The dude is a fucking mountain. He yanks my scrawny ass up the side of the building while I'm still scrambling to get my footing.

"That looks serious," he grunts, nodding back to Issac and Riggs.

"It is," I say, swallowing thickly. "We need to call an ambulance."

"The calls aren't going through," Hawk says, glancing back at me as we head for the doors. "The venue security won't let us unblock the doors. I don't know how we'll get them in."

"I need to get to Baby," I tell him, because that's my job. I'm supposed to be with Walker, taking care of my very pregnant baby mama.

"Come on," Hawk says. "I'll get you to them and come back to keep an eye out."

"Thanks," I say, following him inside. We head down the stairs and back into the room we were in before they took us to the stage.

"Hey," I say, hitting my knees at Baby's side.

She gives me a tired smile when she spots me. Her hair is sweaty, and she looks miserable.

"Where are Issac and Vince?"

"It's bad out there," I tell her truthfully. "Warrick…"

"War from Northern Star?" she asks, tilting her head and staring at me in confusion.

"He saved some lady and got hurt," I say, trying to keep the details minimal.

"Issac and Vince were trying to carry him to get some help." I grimace. Even the basics sound really bad.

"Shit," Walker says, shaking his head.

"They're okay?" Baby asks, squinting like she's trying to determine if I'm lying.

"They're fine," I assure her. I fucking pray it stays true. I look at Walker. "You were a combat medic?"

"Yeah," he says, swallowing thickly.

"I know," Baby says, glaring at him over her shoulder. "I feel like you've been keeping a whole lot to yourself."

Walker laughs awkwardly. "Handling acute injuries really isn't the same as working in the medical field and dealing with sick people. I didn't like it as much as I thought I would from the beginning. That's why I went directly into security work after the service."

"Yeah, we're going to talk about this… Ah,oh, shit," Baby groans.

I get as close to the side of the couch as I can and offer her my hand. She squeezes the ever-loving hell out of it. My eyes fly to Walker's. He's already leaning over the arm of the couch. He's got a hand on her stomach and his eyes on his watch.

I feel completely fucking helpless. I'm not the one who should be sitting here providing moral support. I don't sit still well in general, but right now my adrenaline is pumping at adangerously high level. The craving hits me out of nowhere, and it's so heavy I blow out a breath louder than Baby.