Mark's POV
If anyone had told me that I would have picked up a girl from the Blood Moon pack and brought her to my house, I would have ignored such a person and maybe punched them out of anger.
But the girl sitting on my couch and slowly eating breakfast, which I cooked for her, was right here.
If Richard heard this, he would kill me. Definitely. And then he would kill her too.
I signed mentally. I couldn't even eat anything, I was so worried about what to do about her. It seemed like she was running from something back at Blood Moon Pack. Was it her family? Or a mate?
I didn't see any mate marks on her neck. And I wasn't sure she would speak in this condition.
She looked so small in my clothes, almost swimming in my shirt. Her bones were so visible, that she was malnourished. Her
