The battle has ended and most of our surviving warriors were in the infirmary. Max hasn’t walked in the pack house yet, but from what the other pack mates were murmuring about, there was a dark witch captured. All of the women and omegas tended to the wounds of the injured, while the teens watched over the pups. I was walking around to find something for myself to do while my heat wasn’t in too much of an affect when a pair of hands grabbed and pulled me into a room. I would’ve screamed if it wasn’t for the familiar scent of pines and chocolate filled the room.
“If I didn’t recognized your scent, I would’ve screamed Max,” I said.
“Sorry,” he responded as he locked the door and came over to me in the dark room.
The room was dark except for the bit of sunlight that’s shinning through the
