Present…
Zaid
Kicking the door to my cabin open, I race towards my bathroom room as the warm blood from the injured she-wolf coats my arms. My anger and worry for her grow with each step I take.
She hadn’t made a single sound from the time I lifted her into my arms to when I arrived at the cabin—only hearing her struggling to breathe reassured me that she was still alive.
The fact she was still alive was the only thing that had kept me from turning around, finding whoever hurt her, and dealing the same life-threatening injuries to them. As much as I want to maim the bastard who did it to her, she needs me to help her survive.
Walking through the cabin, I make sure to mumble to the she-wolf that everything will be alright as I do my best not to bump into the furniture or walls—the last
