Chapter Forty-Seven: Rogue Attack
Friday
Ezekiel POV:
Rage. Pure hot rage was all I felt as I gazed at my little Luna lying unconscious on the bed, the pack doctors attending to her wounds. Blood soaked the white sheet under her; each whimper she let out was like a knife to our hearts. According to the doctor, she had multiple lacerations on her back, splinters embedded in her back, her feet were cut but were not as bad, and she had a handprint around her neck, evident that someone had choked her. My fists were clenched, veins popping around my neck and hands; I was itching to destroy something, someone, who had hurt my little Luna like that. The worst part was she didn't get her wolf until midnight; till then, she would heal at a normal human's pace. The doctors had already given he
