CHAPTER 18: Scars and Promises
The mill’s main hall had been turned into a makeshift infirmary.
Pack members moved quietly between cots, tending wounds that were already healing thanks to their enhanced abilities. The metallic scent of blood still clung to the air, mixed with the sharp tang of herbal salves and the comforting smell of fresh coffee someone had brewed.
Elena sat on the edge of a wooden table while Luke cleaned a deep gash on her forearm. His touch was gentle, but his jaw was clenched tight, amber eyes dark with lingering fury from the battle.
“You shouldn’t have thrown yourself at their alpha,” he muttered for the third time, carefully wrapping a bandage around her arm. “He could have torn your throat out.”
Elena watched his face, the way his brows furrowed in worry. Sh
