Steve’s POV
I was walking back from the pack, my fists clenched, my jaw tight. The Alpha had said something that really got under my skin, and I couldn’t shake off the anger. My mind was spinning with thoughts, and all I wanted was to get home, take a cold shower, and try to calm down. But that plan changed the moment I reached the front gate.
There she was. Ava.
She was sitting on the ground, huddled against the gate, crying. Her clothes were torn, her shoulders shaking, and she looked completely broken. My heart twisted in my chest, and all the anger I had been feeling vanished in an instant.
I was surprised to see her, but more than that, I was furious, furious at whoever had done this to her. Ava was half-naked, her tear-streaked face buried in her hands, and she looked so small,
