Chapter 47: Blood and Forgiveness
Lucia's heart was pounding really hard as she rushed through the main hall of the pack's stronghold, her pulse was already matching the fast footsteps of the warriors leading her towards the infirmary.
"Soren?" she breathed, barely able to process the words.
"One of the border guards carried him in. He barely made it past the gates before collapsing." Kael kept pace beside her, his expression was very harsh.
Lucia swallowed hard, trying to really brace herself for whatever she was about to see.
She pushed the heavy wooden doors open immediately, stepping into the infirmary.
And there he was. Soren was lying on one of the cots, his clothes were torn and were stained with so much blood—both his and whoever he had fought to get here.
His face was very weak, his breathing was really empty, and some deep claw marks ran all over his shoulder.