When they reached the boundary, Keiera’s breath caught in her throat. The female lying on the ground was barely recognizable, her body covered in blood and bruises. Keiera’s mind raced, trying to make sense of what she was seeing.
Draven knelt beside the injured woman, his face grim. "She’s still alive, but just barely. We need to get her to the clinic immediately."
Keiera’s eyes widened as she recognized a faint scent, one that was achingly familiar. It was the scent of someone from her past, someone she thought she’d never see again.
"Draven," she whispered, her voice trembling. "This woman... she’s from my old pack."
Keiera skidded to a halt, her eyes widening in shock. Lying on the ground, barely conscious and covered in blood and bruises, was Clarice, the head maid from Alpha Kyan
