Third POV
Julian, battered and bruised, struggled to his feet as someone tossed him a shirt, which he hastily put on before making his way toward the exit. The air was tense, a residue of the recent chaos that had unfolded in the packhouse. As he reached for the door, he found it firmly locked, a barrier between him and the solace he sought.
In a weary voice, he called out Angelica's name, and the door swung open. The moment Angelica laid eyes on Julian's battered form, a wave of fear washed over her. Despite her initial shock, she enveloped him in a tight embrace, her concern evident in the way she clung to him.
Angelica's gaze lingered on the bruises and cuts that marred Julian's body, a testament to the lengths he had gone to protect the pack.
As Julian winced in pain, Angelica inst
