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Chapter 17.

Darren's POV.

She followed me upstairs, her hands shivering, the blackout we had one minute ago, as she stepped into the corridor, I stilled immediately.

The scent I felt on her earlier became slightly familiar, yet I couldn't quite place who had this scent, but I knew it was from someone in my pack.

Turning to face her, my wolf bared its teeth immediately. I realized the cut on her face, the faint mark on her neck, and her sweatpants were torn, it was a little bloodied.

I couldn't believe that I didn't notice this earlier, I was too focused on my anger and the way she replied that I didn't even notice that she was hurt.

She raised her head and paused fidgeting when she realized I was staring.

If I thought I was upset when they talked about killing her, I wasn't ready for the new wave of anger that hit me, that someone dared to hurt her.

My wolf bared it's teeth, howling and growling, prancing around, wanting to come out, I held it with all my strength, it was fucking hard