Someone lunged at him.
He spun out of their grasp and snatched the nearest object off a metal tray—too light. Useless. He dropped it, grabbed a stainless-steel table by its legs, and lifted it over his head.
People yelled his name.
He couldn’t see their faces. The drugs blurred everything into silhouettes.
The overhead lights snapped on, making him wince and his eyes flood with tears.
Four men—the wolves in green. Another hulking shadow that looked like—
No. That was impossible. That couldn’t be Roz. He had to be hallucinating.
What did they drug me with?
“Scar!”
The voice from his dreams.
Gage.
Scar’s gaze locked on the one figure reaching toward him—hands out, sightless eyes roaming in terrified confusion.
The only person in the room he didn’t want dead.
Scar reacted violently…and protectively.
He lunged, locking an arm around Gage’s waist and spun him hard. He threw Gage behind the bed he’d just launched from and without breaking stride, flung the metal table across the room.
It would’ve crushed the two lab coats who’d just come in, but the wolves moved unnaturally fast.
One shoved the two men out of the way and the other intercepted the table mid-flight and tossed it to the side.
Scar blinked, confused and angry as his weapon clanged harmlessly to the floor.
Roz—if that was Roz—charged forward. “Let him go!”
Scar reared back and kicked the side of the bed with enough force to send it barreling into Roz’s midsection, knocking the big man off his feet.
Gage wrapped his arms around him from behind, pressing his lips to his ear.
“Stop, Scar. No ones gonna’ hurt you.”
Scar drove them backward until Gage’s back hit the wall, and he was in front of him, using himself as a shield.
More people rushed toward the door, but the two men in green blocked them with a united, immovable stance.
“No one gets close to them until they say so,” the taller one barked.
“Scar.”
Gage’s warm palm cupped his cheek, making him freeze.
His touch, scent, and voice were calming despite the tremor.
“Look at me,” Gage whispered. “I’m okay. You’re okay. This is not the same place we were in before.”
Scar growled low in his throat. “How do you know that? They’re master manipulators. Liars.”
