Jason
"Shut the f**k up, or else your head is going to be rolling next." I roar at Rianna and thankfully she stops her hysterical screaming.
I'm holding Samantha in my arms, still shaking in anger, waiting for the pack doctor, or anyone with medical training, to arrive and help my mate. As I apply pressure to the wound, my mate stirs in pain even if she seems to be unconscious.
I can't help but wonder, what the hell is wrong with the wolves in my pack. How did they ever imagine that the stupid plan they concocted would go their way? That bastard had a much too easy death, so I will make sure Rianna will suffer for the both of them before she joins him in the afterlife.
After the pack doctor patched her up, I decided it's better to take Sam to our house. She would surely feel safer an
