Evelyn's POV
“Evelyn! Are you okay?”
Caleb and Isolde rushed over from the back, calling out to me in a panic.
“I... I’m fine,” I said, still staring at Asher’s bleeding shoulder. “But Alpha Asher’s hurt...”
Asher glanced at his shoulder, looking calm, “It’s nothing.”
“But that wound is so deep—”
A soldier from Storm Fang Pack laughed, “Miss Evelyn, that little injury is nothing for our Alpha. He’s used to the battlefield.”
Then they brought over the rogue who shot us.
“Get the f**k out of our land!” the disheveled rogue yelled. “There’s no way we’d let you build a f*****g city here! We’ve already been kicked out of our pack, and you won’t even leave us this little space— you damn f*****g devils!”
My heart raced.
“What do you mean we can’t build a city here?”
