KYLEN
I stared down at my legs, jaw clenched tight. Claw marks zig-zagged in erratic, brutal lines, dried blood crusted over torn skin. Bite wounds throbbed down my calf, and my thigh had swollen enough to strain against the soaked bandages.
The wound was healing, but slow—far too slow for someone like me. A wolf like me.
That f*****g bastards.
They came like shadows. I didn’t see their faces—not clearly—but I saw their eyes. There had been no hesitation. No threat. No warning.
They wanted to kill me. And they nearly had.
I winced when the doctor applied another coat of the ointment on my leg. “Careful,” I hissed.
“It’s wolfsbane poisoning, Alpha,” he said. “You’ll have to endure a little pain if you want it to heal.”
I wanted to rip his throat out.
But I didn’t.
Not because of m
