Ryder sat staring at the dead woman, a young omega-born mate-less girl of barely 18, who had only been here for a month, and she had been strangled so badly it had led to her death. Her small body was covered in bruises. She’d been taken to by a sick bastard out there in the higher ranks of the camp.
She and her wolf had tried to fight back against him, because Ryder could see the defensive wounds, and smell that man’s blood on the girl. It had all been in vain because he'd been bigger and stronger than she had been, wasn't starved and weakened by lack of food like she'd been.
The girl had died slowly in agony, her windpipe so badly damaged that she’d barely been able to breathe, then she had been dumped here at their camp by him, to die when that sick bastard had been finished with he
