When we arrived at the house, Lucia greeted us at the door, wearing a startled expression on her face when she saw Gina’s state.
“What can I do to help?” she asked, her tone etched with worry.
“Get the doctor,” I said to her as I raced up the stairs.
During the walk back, Gina passed out in my arms due to the pain coursing through her body.
When I got to the room, I placed her gently on my bed and quickly dressed myself. Standing by her side, burning anger surged through me when my gaze fixated on her wounds. I would’ve kept her attacker alive and made him suffer for what he did to her, but in the heat of my rage and overcome by bloodlust, I lacked the patience and sanity to spare a life.
A knock on the door echoed through the room before the door swung open. Liam and Wilona walked in, accompanied by the pack’s doctor. He was a stern man, sporting a full head of gray hair, and his movements were hindered by a bad leg.
“She’s badly injured,” he said as I watched him bring out a pair of scissors from his medical bag. As he prepared to cut open her dress from her chest area, my possessive instinct kicked in.
I grabbed his hands tight, stopping him, “Don’t touch her,” I growled at him.