I carried Ivy to the pack’s clinic. Even if she told me she was okay, I wanted her to be checked by a doctor. I couldn’t smell her blood anymore, but the stain that was left behind clearly showed the injury that she had sustained.
Of course, she didn’t let me carry her without fighting. She told me several times to drop her off and that she would walk by my side, but I was not having it.
Atlas howled repeatedly inside my head. He wanted to rip Sophia’s throat. If Ivy hadn’t intervened, she would be dead by now. I made a mental note to ask her why she let her live.
When we arrived at the clinic, I had already informed the staff that I was taking my mate, so they rushed us to one of the rooms to wait for the doctor, who was delivering a baby.
I gently placed Ivy on the bed. She looked
