Lucas’s POV
I can smell her blood from my office.
The scent makes my wolf feral, but I can’t move. I watch the sun set behind the trees as Harper’s hoarse screams echo up from the cells beneath the pack house.
She’s been screaming and wailing like a banshee for hours. At first, she was screaming that she didn’t do anything, then she pleaded for us to let her go, then she went on to yell that we needed to listen to her before she then switched to cursing me out and condemning us to hell for locking her up like we did.
Each time I hear her voice, the pain in my chest grows. Those long, pain-filled screams that contain nothing except my name… those rip into me. Especially when her voice starts growing weaker and the scent of her blood grows stronger.
She’s literally screaming until h
