CHAPTER 111: INTEL

ROWAN.

“Of all the things you have done, this has to be the most reckless!” I snap as I intentionally increase the pressure in a particular wound.

He winces before sending me a glare over his shoulder.

“I am already hurt!” He snaps. “You don't have to make it worse.”

“Of course I do. How else am I going to get into your head how incredibly foolish your actions were? He is rabid. You said it yourself. Rabid! You know how unnaturally strong those wolves can get. And you still fought him. He could have killed you!”

“But he didn't.”

“But he could have!”

My heart had almost flown out of my chest when he had walked into the room, holding his sides.

It was torn, deep cuts from claws ripping through his skin. The wounds are still very fresh, showing his muscle and sinew, with the blood still flowing.

His face is swollen and bruised, especially around his jaw where a punch must have hit.

A cut above his eye bleeds down his cheek, mixing with dirt and sweat. His clothes are torn and