Eleanor was pinned to the ground by the deltas, too weak to fight back at all.
Blood trickled down from a gash on her forehead, and angry purple bruises covered her arms. Her swollen face and split lip made it hard to look at her.
She looked like an omega who'd done something wrong and was being punished for it.
Remy walked in, surrounded by a few werewolves, his face dark as a thundercloud. The moment he saw Eleanor, his chest tightened with both rage and heartache. He rushed forward without hesitation.
Anna followed closely behind, shooting Vivian a sharp glare before quickly trying to calm Remy down. "Remy, don't get worked up. We'll deal with everything later. You just got back—you need to rest. Let's go upstairs first..."
Vivian went pale as a sheet, covering her mout
