VIKTOR
“NO!”
“No! No! Stay away from me! Don't touch me! Stop!”
“Please, please, don't.”
“Please, please, please.”
The memory keeps replaying in my head as I storm out of the mansion and break it into a run round the perimeter.
Terror.
That is what I saw in her face.
Terror.
Rowan, strong, smart, witty, Rowan…
Who was it?
Who was the bastard that hurt her?
Who would dare hurt a wonderful woman like her?
Just what sort of spineless, unfortunate coward would hurt her?
It can't be anyone from the settlement.
From what I have observed and heard, everyone loves her or at the very least respects her.
And they are also very protective towards her, so no.
It can't be from here.
Her pack, then?
“Some of us… some of us were made that way. By our packs. By those we trusted. Abus
