NATALIE
Ryker takes me to the infirmary which is filled with injured pack members and rogues. The putrid stench of burned flesh is hanging in the air like a haunting ghost taunting my very existence.
My fingers tighten around Ryker’s hand as the grief and guilt threatens to consume me as a whole.
Each step which carries me close to Anne sends my mind into a trance of numbness. I can’t feel my body, my wolf, my heart. I feel cold and the only thing keeping me warm is Ryker’s hand intertwined wi