Sky's POV
Every step Zeke took sent a fresh wave of pain tearing through my body, but I didn't tell him to stop.
I should have.
I should have fought him, should have demanded he put me down and let me suffer through this on my own. But I didn't. Because as much as my body ached, as much as my pride had been shattered into pieces out on that training field, being in his arms soothed something inside me that I didn't want to admit needed soothing.
His scent surrounded me—woodsmoke and cedar, fresh rain and something uniquely Zeke. I hated how much comfort it brought me.
Pack members watched as we passed through the halls, their gazes trailing over me, over the bruises forming on my skin, the blood drying at the corner of my lips. They said nothing.
No one moved to help.
No one so much
