Kieran’s POV
“Sweetheart. It will all be okay”
My little mate shivered in my hands. She was sitting on my lap as I rubbed her back in an attempt to calm her down. When we heard the screams, Dylan and I were sparring in the back yard. We had dropped what we were doing and rushed in the direction of the chaos. A small crowd had developed by the time we had arrived. The crowd had parted for us and I had taken a step forward. My brows had creased in confusion as I stared at the lifeless figure on the floor. His body was stock still as a statue and his body was littered with scars, blood and tattoos. “Who is he? Why does he look so familiar” I asked Dylan who was standing next me with a shock expression. “He was a prisoner back on the pack lands” I was stunned. “Then why is he here. And dea
