[Christian’s P.O.V.] – Blue Ridge Pack
“We need to go to mate, NOW!” Noah roars in my head. He is always antsy when we are away from Leah, but this feels different. “Noah...” “No Christian, now!” Racing out of my office, I sniff the air like a madman, trying to catch Leah’s scent. I know she is up here on the Alpha floor; I can still faintly smell her. Then, another smell mixes with her scent. Blood.
I run through the hallway toward our room, hoping to the Goddess that Leah just cut herself. She is very clumsy, but the smell is too strong, and Noah’s panic is feeding my own. What I see at the end of the hallway stops my heart. My whole body runs cold. Leah is in a heap on the floor, her formerly light hair weighed down with blood. It sticks to her skin as I try to get a good look at her
