Reena POV:
The sound of wood splintering jolted me from my sleep. I shot straight up in bed, my mate already out of bed and gone from the room. The sound of fighting filled the house and sent a panic racing through my system. Who was fighting? It couldn’t be Atlas and Branson…could it? I didn’t have to wonder for long as the sounds of wolves disappeared and the bedroom door was flung open.
Branson and Atlas both stood side by side, their breaths coming out fast and hard and a wild look in their eyes. I gasped and quickly tried to untangle myself from the bed sheets when I realized that Branson was covered in blood. Some appeared fresh while other streaks were clearly already dried. “Are you okay?” Branson questioned as he rushed to my side. I couldn’t think as my anxiety seemed to grip
