“I opened up his chest from here to here.” He slashed a hand down his own chest to show him. “There was so much blood...”
Isaac pulled him close and wrapped his arms around him, holding him as tightly as he needed. “You did what you had to do,” he repeated, willing Michael to accept it. “If Baker’s wounds hadn’t been life-threatening, then Simon would never have believed he wasn’t part of it and Baker would be as good as dead.”
Michael shuddered in his arms and Isaac held on tighter, wishing he could force him to accept that he’d been left with no choice but to do exactly what he’d done.
“Everyone’s still alive,” he whispered. If that text had said otherwise, Michael would’ve told him. “And now we need to go back inside and come up with a plan to overthrow the Shifter Alliance Party before they realise the extent of the CEG’s reach into their packs.”
Michael breathed in deep, his chest expanding against Isaac’s, and then let it out slowly.
Collecting himself.
Preparing for battle.
When he finally extricated himself from Isaac’s hold, all traces of vulnerability had been securely locked away.
Good.
No matter if Isaac missed it already, this was the Michael they needed if they stood a chance of getting out of this alive.
