Chapter 165: Another Day, Death

Eleonore’s POV

I didn’t make it back in time to find Rhett, or anyone, really, back at the pack house and call for help. I didn’t make it back to the pack house at all if I remembered correctly. What I did remember from the fragmented parts of what happened after I left Hayden was something cold and clammy gripping at my arm, its skin felt wet and bone chilling to the touch and the minute I felt that touch—I was out cold.

I woke up what felt like hours later, but in reality couldn’t have been more than a few minutes, moments at best, with my body aching and sore all over. I had fallen some ways away from where I had left Hayden, too far from him yet not close enough to the pack house that where my body lying on the ground could be seen by anyone.

But I did hear the commotion, despite not being seen or seeing anyone.