Xavier paced up and down in the silence of the room.
He was glancing from time to time to see if she breathing because her last scream had made him see the depths of her pain.
How could he have treated her so bad that she couldn’t handle questions asked?
It had been twelve hours since she had convulsed and had gone into a deep sleep yet again.
He really was concerned. Just looking at her at this moment was somehow the hardest job he had ever done as an Alpha.
This reaction to the trauma she had gone through, the wounds, the way she behaved was somehow not the normal behavior of a wolf.
She indeed had the smell of a wolf that he had picked off but then again, why was she behaving this way?
How many times was she going to beg for her life? How long was she going to go into a coma when
