Chapter 41

Beth's POV "Oh my God!" Someone screams, a voice I've heard more than once today. Grace. I struggle to open my eyes again, the pain that I felt in my neck completely gone since Aaron's here. Now, that pain is replaced by a dull throbbing in my head and side. It's not nearly as bad, thank God. Ah, werewolf healing, I think with a ghost of a smile. The meadow suddenly fills with loud growls, and I frown, getting confused. I thought all of the fighting was over? Sick of feeling out of it, I force my eyes to open, blinking quickly to make them adjust to the darkness of the night faster. The first thing I see is Aaron, his torso leaning over and across me a little, protectively, his head looking across the meadow instead of down at me. I turn my head to follow his gaze, smiling a little when I see half of the pack surrounding us. That smile instantly drops, though, when I take in the bodies everywhere, wolves laying across the ground, puddles of blood