Chapter 23
Elma POV
The wolf stopped so abruptly his claws scored the floor. He shifted before he reached me. One moment I was staring into silver eyes above bloodied fur; the next Xander was on his knees, his hands hovering over mine.
"Who did this?"
He was bare to the waist, streaked with blood that could have come from any number of bodies. I wanted to tell him the first raider was dead and the second was tied to a cabinet. Instead, I looked at his face. Alive. Furious. Looking at the wound as though it offended him personally.
"You're supposed to be dead," I said.
"I'm not." His hand closed over mine, putting pressure against the claw marks. I cried out. He glanced toward the servants' passage. "Healer! In the Hall, now!"
The High Luna moved closer. "Xander, the raiders wanted m
