Lukas kissed her hair. She's slowly healing from her wounds while he on the other hand healed faster than an average human, thanks to his werewolf genes and thanks to the antidote that Victoria fought with her life.
But he would rather want to see himself in her position. Instead of watching her suffering right now.
He can't help but blame himself for being weak and for not saving his mate, he want to punch himself and kill the man again for harming his mate.
He watched her lost control entirely. He’d never seen her that wild, that frantic.
He hated himself for not acting, for staying there like a damned coward. He would make it up to her—he would see to it that she was healed, and after that . . . After that . . . He would do his best to find the culprit.
She's weak in his arms he ca
