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Lenore I am covered in Torben’s blood as I watch him being carried away on a stretcher. My father and brother stand a few feet away as I try my best not to cry. Beta Garth is barking orders at the warriors who had come to help us. I stare at one of the men who attacked me. His eyes are hollow, like he feels nothing about what he did. “Lenore,” My father’s voice fails to break me from my trance as I stare at the man. “Lenore, sweetie,” He places a hand on my shoulder, and I hiss. I turn to him as I feel anger rising within me. Astrid was whimpering for our injured mate a moment ago, but now she is enraged. Someone hurt my mate, and now I want to find the culprit and destroy them. “Lenore,” Dad repeats. I brush past him and rush after the medics as they carry Torben to the ambulance. I