Chapter 75.

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  Ava's POV

  My mouth was practically hanging low at the disturbing sight before me. Carlos had led us back to the pack house and then right into the clinic and in here, people were wailing in pain. Mostly younger men with bandage arms and legs, while doctors and nurses try to keep them from falling off their beds due to how much they were struggling.

  What exactly is going on here. I tried to question but no word made it pass my lips. I was dumbfounded.

  This place looks like an aftermath of fighting in the war front. Only difference is, there is no sound of a gun going off nearby, just grunt and low growl that is far worst than a disheartening scream from a distance.