Michael’s point of view:
Scott was waiting for me in my office when I dragged myself in way past midnight. I hadn’t bothered to shower yet and was still covered in blood from disposing of the rogue’s bodies. Plopped in my chair and looked up to Scott’s surprise face.
“Not my blood,” I said dismissing it, “Have you been over to the hospital wing yet to check on Darren.”
“I have, Alpha.” He paused, “It’s not good. He is still alive but he suffered so much damage that his wolf is having trouble healing him even with your Alpha blood.”
I didn’t say anything, not wanting to accept that truth. We were losing him. Darren, I had grown up with him. Our past warrior taken down by a pack of rogues. This was getting serious, “We need to fi
