Nikolai's POV
I quickly lay back down when a sharp pain tore through my head as I tried to stand up. I was aware that my abdomen stung and that I was sweating. I could remember being stabbed with silver. With difficulty I tried to remember the events of the past few hours. I remembered going on that mission to save those people, meeting a strange man, and getting battered by the Monhowl pack.
My heart thumped as I thought of the freed werewolves. The strange man had claimed to know where my safehouse was and then I had had no choice but to trust him. I needed to check and make sure they were really safe there, and not just enslaved to a different master.
Turning with difficulty, I faced the other presence in the room. Margaret, the Healer of the pack, sat up straight with a panic strick
