The Freak Is The Mate Of The Lycan
She was the only innocent thing in this entire cursed castle.
Physician Elias arrived moments later, breathless, his bag clanking. He knelt by the body, his expression crumbling as he recognized her.
“Oh, lass,” he murmured.
He began to examine her, his hands shaking slightly. He lifted her arm, checked her eyes. Then he frowned. He leaned closer to her chest.
“Alpha,” Elias said, his voice hard. “Look.”
He pointed to a tiny puncture mark, right between her ribs. It was so small, a pinprick. A single drop of dried blood crusted the opening.