~Lysander~
The last person I expected to find bleeding outside our pack house was her.
Yet, there she was, groaning in pain, half-conscious, blood spilling across her face.
And the next thing I knew, I was out for blood too.
I dropped to my knees, hands shaking like I’d just seen a ghost.
“Valeria,” I whispered.
“Val,” I said again, louder this time, as I touched her cheek, already sticky with dried blood.
“Please, open your eyes. Come on. Just look at me.”
Nothing. Just a soft whimper and the slow rise and fall of her chest. But she was alive. Barely.
I scooped her into my arms, panic making my limbs clumsy. My heart was punching holes through my ribs, my breath ragged like I’d sprinted a mile.
I ran. Flew through the front doors of the house.
“Zane! Caius!” I bellowed, my
