I knelt upon the floor in one of the worn old border control shelters, looking up at a trembling Mari. Though, on this occasion, I think she had every reason to be trembling. The poor girl was bleeding, and her leg was a fucking mess. I was an Alpha, and in m time as such, and even prior to that, I had seen some battles. One of which had lost me my fated mate. And battles brought war wounds. Injuries. The injury Mari had sustained was up there with some of the worst. Her leg was a mangled mess, though I have to admit, it looked worse on her wolf...Finding her that far out when I had gone to search for her gave one indication, and one indication only. The girl was fleeing. And, the way her eyes were wide at my words when I suggested such, like she did not know how to answer me told me I was correct. But her answer seemed a little irrelevant as I looked down towards her leg and the blood seeping from it had already come through the dressing I had placed around it. The wounds w
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