Kayla's POV
In my wolf form, I padded closer, the bridge of my nose twitching for a scent. Whoever had done this may still be lurking around.
Angling my head I sniffed the air and listened for a sound but there was no other. Expect the slowing heart beat of the victim.
I crept a little closer, watching his chest rise and fall in shallow breaths. My heart tightened, torn between fear and compassion. I circled him slowly, scanning again, desperate for any hint of danger. But still, the air carried no one else’s scent. Just him.
I lowered my head, inhaling closer. His wounds were fresh, deep gashes that I suspected were inflicted by a wolf.
I hesitated for one last second, then made my choice.
Carefully, I lowered my body, shifting my weight so I could nudge him up onto my back. My wol
