With My Blood

Vander's POV

She went entirely limp, her small body suddenly losing all resistance as she succumbed to the darkness. When I gathered her up against my chest, a cold, heavy dread settled deep in my gut. She was too light. Too fragile. Werewolves, even the most battered Omegas, possessed a certain dense, resilient physical weight. Elara, however, felt like dry autumn leaves, ready to crumble under