Chapter 47

~Lysander~

The last person I expected to find bleeding outside our pack house was her.

Yet, there she was, groaning in pain, half-conscious, blood spilling across her face.

And the next thing I knew, I was out for blood too.

I dropped to my knees, hands shaking like I’d just seen a ghost.

“Valeria,” I whispered.

“Val,” I said again, louder this time, as I touched her cheek, already sticky with dried blood.

“Please, open your eyes. Come on. Just look at me.”

Nothing. Just a soft whimper and the slow rise and fall of her chest. But she was alive. Barely.

I scooped her into my arms, panic making my limbs clumsy. My heart was punching holes through my ribs, my breath ragged like I’d sprinted a mile.

I ran. Flew through the front doors of the house.

“Zane! Caius!” I bellowed, my voice echoing.No answer.

Good.

If they saw her like this, there’d be bodies on the lawn. And I was already halfway there myself.