GERVAIS
Rich was lucky to survive. I took him back to the house and tended to his wounds before I left him to sleep. He was reluctant to stay back, but I had to use my Alpha compulsion on him. Else, he would have dragged his wounded arse out to help me.
I went to work, tossing the bodies of the men who evaded my pack into a grave I dug for that reason. There was nothing on them to show what pack they came from, and that made me wonder who it was that sent them.
I couldn't shake off the feeling that it was the same person who killed my parents. The sword strokes were the same. After dumping them into the grave, I lit them on fire.
The smell of burning bodies permeated the entire place. It smelled exactly like that of a goat. I watched as their stomachs burst open, their organs spilli
