Xander’s POV
He wasn’t completely healed, but he looked better than when I had taken him to the infirmary.
Bruises still tainted his skin, and his arm was wrapped in some clothes, but there was a solidity in his posture now—one that had been gone before.
"I didn’t think you still had the pack’s interests in mind; thank you for the help; we should have listened to you and Nyx," Theo said, his voice cautious, careful.
I scanned him for a moment, trying to understand if there was sarcasm laced in his words, but his gaze was blank..
"I had people willing to fight beside me. At what cost would I let Stormfang break if I could help?" I replied, my tone genuine.
The burden of the bedlam still pressed against my pulse.. The smell of blood and burnt wood lingered in the air, even though the f
