Wren’s POV
Alina isn’t in good shape.
I took her into my arms before we ever left the compound, of course, and have been carrying her ever since. But I can feel her blood running down my arm, and I can see the pain on her face from every step I take.
“I don’t understand,” I tell her when we reach the pond and I set her down on the grass. I don’t release her; I stay beside her, cradling her body. “I thought wolves had supernatural healing.”
“We do.” She glances down at the gash in her side, and I do the same. It’s a ghastly sight; several of her ribs tore through her skin and are poking out. It makes me feel more than just queasy; it makes me feel panicked. I can’t believe he did this to her. I can’t believe I didn’t get the chance to kill him. “I think it’s the broken ribs. They can’t
