Chapter One Hundred Two - Attacked

Valkyrie Behati

His chest barely rose and fell, but he was alive—thank the goddess. However, his body was covered in wounds, each one worse than the last.

“He’s badly hurt! Matt, call someone from the pack! We need help now!” I shouted, trying to keep my voice steady as panic began to claw at me.

Matt growled low in his throat, his expression darkening. “A rogue was here,” he muttered, his tone filled with barely controlled rage.

A loud noise shattered the tense silence outside, sending a jolt of terror through me. My arms instinctively wrapped around Pierre, holding him close despite the blood that soaked his clothes.

His breaths were shallow, and his pale face faded with each passing second. I can’t bear to see him in that kind of state.

“Luna, please, you need to hide. We don’t know if the rogue is still here,” Matt urged, his voice steady but urgent.

He pulled off his shirt as he spoke, revealing his readiness to fight. “I can smell two distinct scents. We're outnumbered.”

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