She had no idea when she had crossed over into Clan territory. Jasmine only knew she was tired and sore. Safety was on the horizon. She still went slow, painfully slow. Jasmine considered shifting, but knew her wolf was tired from constantly healing her from Nicholson’s and Jameson’s torture. When Nicholson wasn’t torturing her, Jameson was. She was so tired. The sun was rising as she saw the pack house come into view. A patrol man saw her. “Who are you? What pack are you with?”
Just as Jasmine was about to answer, she collapsed. The patrol man looked down at the girl and took her to the hospital. Betty had already been alerted and was ready. Angeline came too. She looked at the girl in the hospital and saw something familiar. Angeline then realized who it might be. She ran back to the pa
