ROMAN’S POV
I watched Emily, the heartbreak on her face at what she was witnessing, tugging at my heartstrings.
The first day I saw Emily, she was barely hanging on.
Her wolf had been badly injured.
Me and Stefan had been playing at the edge of the pack’s boundary, when I perceived a mouth watering scent.
It smelled like apple cider, with a mixture of chocolate baked pie.
I had quickly followed the scent.
Confused, and shocked at the sight before me.
Stefan was by my side speechless.
A tiny wolf was lying close to the boulder of our pack, its body covered with blood.
I rushed forward, checking if it was still alive, sighing in relief as I felt a weak pulse from the wolf.
I carried the wolf back to the pack, Stefan close behind, as I rushed towards the pack infirmary.
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