Replacement Bride for the Alpha of the North

"We need to get her out of here," Pyro said.

But, even before the royal beta finished his sentence, Rowan had carried Zaya in his arms to a safe place.

They found a spot, beside the ruin of what it looked like one of the bedrooms in this pack house and laid Zaya on the bed, after Pyro cleaned it up from dirt a bit.

"I will call a healer," Pyro said, he then stood up and rushed to find Lyra. He remembered that the healer must be nearby, she was with Dawn earlier.

Rowan didn’t say anything and let Pyro left the room. He stared at Zaya and wiped her face from dirt. He checked her body and found the back of her hand was bleeding. There was not much blood, because from the look of it, it was only a scrap.

However, he tore his clothes and tied it around the wound. This was enough for now.

And for the meantime, he was waiting for the healer to come. Rowan looked up and saw the sky was still the color of red from the hole on the ceiling and the wind became even hotter than before. This place would turn into hell in a few more hours.

Sweat trickled down from his forehead, as he tried to keep his composure. He held her hand and saw the dagger on her waist.

Thankfully, it didn’t take long before Pyro finally returned with Lyra. The healer checked on Zaya and said that she was fine.