Blackfeather Woods It was real and I repent

I'm not sure. He responded softly, barely above a whisper. He didn't know what he could gain from keeping her alive during her undecided stay here. Maybe he wouldn't get anything out of it. Perhaps he could at least get a favor to collect on later. Kalganov would not know until later down the road. For now, he kept his cards close to his chest.

It was easy to examine her wounds like this. Teeth marks and puncture wounds were evident. He perhaps should have noted them better he helped bring her here but now he could really examine them. Who did this to your neck? The pale male questioned as a breathless whisper almost right in her ear. Had his own packmate managed to tatter her so good or was this prior to her arrival in his life?