Javier’s POV
Still disoriented from the incredibly rough landing, Mads and I climbed the steps into the main cabin area of the ship. Debris was hanging from the rafters. Metal paneling was torn up and scattered across the couches. The cabinets in the kitchen were entirely broken off and crumbled on the ground.
There was a massive fissure through the ship so deep I could look up and see a blue sky from where we landed. Damn.
The ship looked like shit.
But I was alive. Thanks to Mads.
I glanced next to me at the towering werewolf, who seemed to be taking inventory of all the damages as we made our way to the bridge.
“Hey! You guys okay?” Daxton shouted from the busted-up hallway. He was limping in our direction as fast as he could.
“Yeah. The engine room is a mess though,” Mads replied, pausing so Daxton could catch up. “Do you know what happened?”
Daxton groaned. “No idea. I was napping when, all of a sudden, I was thrown from the bed on the ride of my life.”