The warrior stumbled through the forest, his face coated with blood that wasn't his. His left side was injured to a point where he didn't think his wolf could heal anymore.
Still, he didn't stop. He had to get the news to the safe house. Escape while you can. Beta Callum had told him to deliver there.
The sounds of battle still rang in his ears. Screams. Explosions. The terrifying roars of beasts tearing through the palace grounds.
And the last image burned into his mind was that of his king—battered and bleeding, standing between his people and the monster threatening to destroy them all.
His legs finally gave way when the small building emerged through the trees. He caught himself against a nearby trunk, dragging in a painful breath before forcing himself forward.
"Help…" he rasped.
Inside the safe house, Thessara immediately lifted her head.
