Traumatized.
Emily kept spacing out. Her eyes were mostly blank as she stared to nowhere. Her face showed no signs of emotion. And she would sob every now and then, a tear would drip down her cheeks, and she would mindlessly wipe them off her skin.
The Alpha watched each and every movement of hers. Determined to see any responses other than those same observation. She looked dead...
“Emily...?”
The woman's eyes slowly panned toward his direction. Her orbs questioned the purpose of his call, and Lucas sighed out in growing worry.
“I shall bring you to the pack doctor. Your bruises need to be treated.”
“Okay,” she mumbled lowly, as she went back to her mindless daydreaming.
Lucas walked to her as carefully as possible. He then wrapped one of her arms around his nape and carried her
