Eighteen years ago, the Blood Creek Pack was attacked by a neighboring pack and lost half the lives of its members.

 

Xavier, the current Alpha of Blood Creek Pack, was six years old when this attack took place. He lost his family and close friends along with his best friend, Daphne, who he thinks died in the attack.

 

What happened when he goes back for revenge and finds out that Daphne is still very much alive? Also, she happens to be his mate and he just killed her adoptive father.

After checking on Zara in the infirmary, the doctor reassured me that she would wake up before daylight. I wasn't entirely convinced, but for now, there was nothing more I could do. Zara was stable, and all I could do was wait. I hated waiting—especially when it involved her.


As I turned to leave, I caught myself glancing back at her, lying there so still. She looked fragile, vulnerable even. That wasn't the Daphne I knew. The woman I remembered was strong-willed, defiant to a fault, but seeing her like this... it stirred something in me I couldn't quite place.


Shaking off the thought, I walked out of the infirmary and found one of the maids standing nearby.


"Prepare a room for her," I ordered. "Decorate it with purple."


The maid looked up at me, a little surprised. "Purple, Alpha?"


"Yes, purple," I snapped, though I softened my tone slightly. "She always liked it when we were younger. Let's see if she still does."


Chapter 22 - chapter 22