16. Pique His Curiousity

Kier

I pause by the door, fingers inching for the doorknob.

What in the Goddess's sacred name am I doing here?

My duty, I tell myself. I have to do this to at least make up for the injustice mother committed. It is my duty to see to it that she is alright.

I knock softly, but there's no response. I raise my hand to knock again but the door creaks, opening slightly. She is on the cold floor, her body curled into a ball and shivers wrack her fragile form. The room is filled with the spicy smell of blood, mixed with the woman's scent and it has my gut clenching.

Leave now, Kier. Don't cross the line, I try to warn myself, but I'm already pushing the door back and crouching beside her.

Randale, I say through the mind-link I rarely ever use, and he responds almost immediately. Get the pack doctor. Servants' quarters.

I severe the link before my thoughts can flow through. Her back is marred by gruesome whiplash wounds that crisscross like angry lightening strikes. Ruined is