I could hear the emerald-eyed lady give orders for people to get down here and help the she-wolves that we're still chained up. Her voice resonates with authority, and so does her aura. It was powerful, almost like that of Reagan...or maybe even more.
I don't have time to ponder too much on her, with my body still shivering as Reagan takes me upstairs, still cradled in his arms. I can see the darkness in his eyes as he takes in my bloody and disheveled form. His eyes scan my body for any injury, but they all had healed up so fast, it's surprising. He relaxes a bit, but the tension was still evident in his rigid shoulders. He tries to hide my body from other male eyes, snarling at anyone who looks at my exposed legs.
Everyone makes way for us, and my eyes briefly scan the room to notice
