Chapter 65
Betrayed by Blood
Chapter 65
Cain stood at the edge of the bed, his gaze heavy on her, watching her unconscious form. It was beginning to look like a constant thing where she’d be unconscious in his bed. He hated the circumstances that surrounded it. His jaw clenched tight as memories of what had happened flashed in his mind again. How it all went left so quickly still bugged him.
Rogues’ attack was limited to the east border, but they had gotten so brave that they dared to attack the pack itself. It was madness. One that Cain could never take lying down. He’d made them pay in blood. He’d painted the ground with their blood, his wolf taking savage pleasure in their terror. When he finished washing their blood on the very grounds they terrorized, he saw the guard running towards him in panic, face pale and stricken.
He remembered the moment he heard she was missing. The blood drained from his veins, replaced by something cold and sharp. For a fleeting second, he’d almost lost his mind. She was supposed to be in her quarters, safe, under guard. But suddenly, she was gone. Every word said to him at that moment had drowned out.
The hunt for her had been brutal, and his wolf took over his body with a desperate need to tear apart whoever dared to take what was his. The scent trail led him to the rogues—animals, filthy, and unworthy of even the dirt they stood on. He tore through them without a second thought, rage fueling his every move. It wasn’t until he found her, unconscious and limp, that he realized the depth of his own anger.
The doctor’s words echoed in his mind as he recalled their conversation from earlier. Her heat was here.
’Her pre-heat is gone, which means her heat has hit. When she wakes up, she’ll be in pain,’ the man said as he stood up, packing his things.
The timing couldn’t have been worse. His bond with her was already on edge with all that had happened, coupled with the maddening scent of her that filled the room.