“It was an accident,” he said without hesitation. “Animals lose control sometimes. There’s nothing strange about it.”
I stared at him. “Nothing strange?”
He adjusted my blanket like everything was normal. “You’re overthinking again. Just focus on getting better, okay? Don’t stress yourself with things like that.”
The last bit of light inside me went out.
I watched him quietly, my chest aching in a way the injuries couldn’t explain.
Six years ago…
I remembered it so clearly. I’d gone out alone during a storm to check on a pack’s outer territory. I ended up running into a group of rogue wolves. They surrounded me, their eyes wrong, their intentions worse.
One of them grabbed me, dragged me toward the trees while the others laughed.
I was terrified. I couldn’t even fight back properly.
And then Drake came.
I still remember the look in his eyes. Pure rage.
“Touch her again,” he said coldly, his alpha voice shaking the ground, “and I’ll make sure you beg to die.”
They didn’t listen.
So he broke them.
“Leave them breathing,” he ordered his warriors, voice deadly calm. “But make sure they regret it.”
The screams lasted for hours. Blood everywhere. No mercy.