Blood Rule (Dirty Blood, #4)

Forty-six.

That's how many hybrids I saved after the Hunter attack in the woods—how many followed me home, now linked to me through a blood bond. The noise in my head from their connection almost drove me mad.

Sixteen.

That's how many days have passed since I almost killed Alex.

Sixteen days of sitting by his bedside, waiting for him to wake up. Sixteen days of replaying everything, trying to make sense of his betrayal, and desperately clinging to the memory of the exact shade of brown in his ...