Thorne’s POV
I carried her through the trees like she weighed nothing. Her body was limp in my arms, head lolling against my chest, breath shallow. The fight had drained every drop of fire out of her, but even unconscious, Elara felt like trouble.
My boots crushed damp leaves underfoot. Behind me, the rest of my men followed in silence.
Tyler waited by the black SUV, leaning against the door with that stupid grin plastered across his face. The second he saw me, his smile widened like this was the funniest s**t he’d seen all year.
“Open the door,” I said flatly.
He did, still smirking. “Yes, Alpha.”
I slid Elara onto the back seat, careful not to bang her head.
Why the hell was I being careful?
She was just a prize. A stubborn, reckless prize who thought she could beat me.
I straig
