Ryder's POV.
The mansion was quieter than I had ever heard it. Even with all the wealth and grandeur that came with being the Alphas of the Darkmoon pack, nothing seemed to matter right now. Not when Rina lay there, unconscious, her chest rising and falling in shallow breaths, barely hanging on.
We’d brought her back to our mansion as fast as we could, and now the three of us, me, Axel, and Kade, stood around her bed. She looked so small, so fragile, tucked beneath the soft white sheets, an opposite to the bruises on her arms and the dried blood on her temple. Victor had done this.
Victor was dead, and yet it wasn’t enough.
Axel stood at the foot of the bed, his fists clenched so tight his knuckles were white. His jaw flexed, teeth grinding as if he was still fighting. “She didn’t dese
