Chapter Nineteen

Macro’s POV

My hands tremble as I cradle Chloe's injured body, my heart pounding with fear and rage. Blood stains my clothes, mingling with the tears streaming down my face. The sight of my beloved wife's wounded form intensifies my determination to seek vengeance against the Crimson Pack. I must stay strong, not just for myself, but for Chloe and our unborn child.

As I step out of the room, I'm met with the worried faces of my pack members. Sorrow and hope reflect in their expressions, their words piercing through the haze of my anguish.

"Marco, we need to get Chloe to the healers immediately," one of them urges, concern etched in their voice. "Let's just hope the baby is fine. We'll do everything we can to save them both."

I nod, my jaw clenched in determination. I feel a surge of gratitude for my pack's unwavering support, even in the face of such devastating circumstances. "Take me to the healers," I command, my voice laced with urgency and authority. "Make sure they have everythi