Graysen's point of view:
For the remainder of the day, I didn't see Fleurie.
In the school, her scent was faint. When I first saw her scarred and bruised face, I was filled with rage. I smelled a male's scent on her; perhaps that man did it all to her.
Is he her boyfriend? Is it her brother? Is it a member of her family? Her father or mother? I had been thinking about her all day. I couldn't come up with anything else to think about or work on.
I'm here at my office, working on some pack business.
I sigh and look out the ceiling-to-floor window. A lot of pups were out playing with their friends and some parents were watching their kids in wolf form.
I can hear footsteps and Someone began knocking on the door a few moments later.
"Come in," the door opened, and my beta Martin entere
