Chapter 15 Suspicious Activities

Kara My thoughts narrowed to one thing—saving Mira. Everything else blurred. I ignored the thick metallic scent of blood clogging the hallway and the horrifying dead weight of her limp body. I slammed the door shut, bolted it, and dragged her down the narrow hallway toward the bathroom. Her skin was ice cold. Her breathing barely existed. I set her in a sitting position and tore her torn shirt away, my stomach twisting violently. The claw marks carved into her shoulder were deep—ragged tears of flesh, raw and oozing. A brutal attack. The kind that left scars even after wolf healing. I swallowed back a gag. “Mira… gods.” I dropped to my knees, pressing my ear to her chest. Her breathing was faint—shallow, broken, fading. Narah paced inside me, teeth bared. Someone tried to kill her. Someone strong. Someone close. I forced myself to focus. Instinct. Training. Luna drills Marcus had drilled into me back in my old pack—how to stabilize a wounded wolf, how to keep someone alive when their l