#Chapter 49 Wolves Den

Aurora He’s bleeding profusely, holding his face while he trembles on the floor like a wet dog. My wolf is pleased with the sight, leaping over him before he can heal and trailing up the cellar stairs. She’s not careful or quiet, barging down the hall until met with the metal barracks built into the packhouse. It’s the place I was first kept and it still smells of Luke. My wolf presses against the door, flinging the first one open, seeing Luke standing erect against the back wall. His eyes are wide in shock, then in fear, before they settle on my eyes and I feel my best friend ease at the sight of my wolf. She howls unexpectedly, the noise sure to wake up every member of this traitorous pack. Luke doesn’t seem to care, his ginger hued wolf finding his way free, breaking any semblance of metal chains off his body before ushering his way down the hall before my wolf. He’s weak and in pain, I can tell, so hopped up on wolfsbane that he struggles at first, shifting and stumbling