LUCAS
The sight of Ava, pale and weak, sent a jolt of panic through me. Her hand was limp in mine, and the blood still seeped through my fingers. I knew I had to do something, and fast.
"Ava," I stammered, my voice edged with desperation, "we need to get you help. We have to go back to Alpha Damon's pack."
She mustered a feeble shake of her head, her eyes filled with determination. "No, Lucas. He'll ask how I got this injury. He'll know I'm working against him."
I cursed under my breath. She was right. Going back to the pack was out of the question. I racked my brain for another solution, any glimmer of hope.
"The witch, Carmin," I blurted out, my mind racing. "She's on the other side of town. It's our only chance."
Ava's eyes flickered with uncertainty, but she nodded weakly. "Alrig
