Clara's POV
I spun around, my heart hammering in my chest. The voice belonged to Derek, one of the senior warriors who had been working nearby.
But Derek wasn't looking at me. He was looking at something behind me with wide, alarmed eyes.
I turned to see what had caught his attention, and my blood went cold.
There was a young pack member, probably around eighteen years old, completely wrapped up in rope. The training rope I had been working with was wound around his arms, chest, and legs so tightly that he could barely move.
His eyes were wide with panic, and he was struggling against the bindings like a trapped animal.
"What the hell?" I breathed, staring at the scene in shock.
How had this happened? I had been tying knots on the training mat, muttering to myself about Killian. I h
