Jackson had appeared at the Omega’s house that evening, panic stricken as he hammered on the door. Opening it slowly, she watched as the Alpha’s panic turned to horror and then to fury as he took in her bruised and bloodied face.
‘Who did this?’ he growled angrily.
‘I don’t know’ Skylar replied softly, stepping back to allow him into the house.
Striding down the hall, Jackson turned into the kitchen, spinning around and letting out a growl of anger as her injuries became more pronounced under the light from the single bulb that hung from the ceiling.
‘Why didn’t you come find me? Or link me! I would have come’ Jackson asked, his features crumbling slightly.
‘I didn’t want to tell anyone’ Skylar replied, trying to smile through the healing split in her lip, ‘plus someone else found me
