The Wolf King's Luna novel Chapter 3

MELISSA.

I stare in pity at the poor girl. 

She is bloody, bruised, and torn in different body parts.

Who would do something like this?

"Where did you pick up her scent?" I ask Tobias, one of our patrol wolves.

"A few miles up, past the borderline."

"That's a long way to be floating in the river. Pick her up; we will head over to the pack clinic."

I watch as he lifts her gently, and we begin hurrying steadily but fast.

As we clear the woods, I break off from them.

"You guys go on ahead. I will meet you later," I tell them.

I head to the mansion and my brother's office.

I enter without knocking.

"Mel, I have told you several times to knock before entering," he says without lifting his head from the documents he is looking at.

"Don't want to," I retort.

"One of these days, you will see something you would regret."

"I doubt it," I say as I flop down on one of the chairs facing him and place my feet on his desk.

He sighs at my antics before looking up.

"What do you want now?" he demands, tired of my crap.

I brought in another wolf. She was left for dead."

"Hmm. Skylight pack?" he asks as he goes back to reading through the documents.

"Most likely. They have a nasty habit of killing their wolves after all, they must have thought she was dead."

"Fine. Do you. Just make sure you question her well enough to ensure she is not a threat to the pack," he orders.

"Yes, sir."

I get up to give him a mock salute before walking away.

CATHERINE.

I awaken to the sounds of beeping machines, the obscene lights in the room nearly blinding me.

When I get used to their glare, I look around to see I am in some clinic.

"You are awake," a voice sounds from beside me.

I look over to see two women standing at my bedside. One is the woman I saw earlier, who had saved me.

The voice that asked the question belonged to the other woman.

"I am healer Haley. I have been watching over your healing progress," she introduces herself.

"Ho…How long have I…" I break off to clear my throat. My voice is faint, either from lack of use or bruised vocal cords.

"Don't strain yourself; your vocal cords are bruised," Haley says. "Your whole body is bruised. I am amazed you manage to hold on that long," she comments.

Yeah, me too.

"This is Melissa," she gestures to the other woman. "She is the one who saved you and brought you to the clinic."

"Thank you," I rasp out.

"You are welcome," she replies with a warm smile.

"Where am I?" I ask.

"Oh, my bad," Melissa exclaims. "This is the Blackwater pack. My brother is the Alpha," she says.

Blackwater?

Alpha Damon Blackwater?

Hell no.

No, no, no. No way.