Kirill came to and abruptly sat up in bed. He looked himself over from head to toe and found not a single wound on his body.
“How is that even possible?” the Alpha asked himself.
The room turned out to be one of the guest bedrooms. Rising to his feet, he headed for his own room. Dawn was breaking outside the windows, and Vera must have been going out of her mind—God knew for how many days.
He quietly opened the door, slipped inside—and froze. The bed was neatly made, and the girl was nowhere to be seen. He checked the shower, but she wasn’t there either.
If she wasn’t in the room, then she had to be in the dining room or the living room. He checked both—nothing.
Voices rumbled near the front door, and the Alpha went that way.
Several of his werewolves entered the hall, supporting one
