At the Guardian Pack
Alpha Logan slammed open the heavy oak doors to his private chambers, his eyes glowing an intense amber, his canines slightly extended.
Maya was in his arms, her skin pale, streaked with dried blood and bruises that made his inner beast growl with rage.
He gently placed her on the velvet sheets of his bed, the scent of her blood still fresh in his nose, fueling the storm inside him. “f**k…” he whispered, eyes scanning her body. “What the hell did they do to you, Maya?”
He pressed his hand to her side, and a soft golden glow emitted from his palm. His werewolf healing power seeped into her flesh, closing wounds, knitting torn skin, forcing out the remnants of silver that still clung to her veins like poison.
Maya stirred, her lashes fluttering. Her eyes—normally d
