KNOX
"Who did this to her?" Doctor Cameron, the pack house's main doctor, exclaimed as soon as I stepped into his office.
He pushed down the glasses to the bridge of his nose, taking in Oleander's bruised body. I laid her on the examination table, my hands clenched by my side.
"Is she going to live?" I murmured. That was all I needed to know. The assurance I needed to keep myself from running back into the damned room I left Dante, slamming my fist into his face. Then use the horsewhip he'd used on her to strangle him.
My Alpha or not, he was a fucking asshole. The sound of Oleander's tortured cry as he fucked her still echoed in my ears, haunting me. I didn't eavesdrop. Unfortunately, my room was two rooms away from his.
"She will," he said, turning Oleander over.
The skin on her back was broken, red, and bloody. I imagined the number of scars this would leave on her once-perfect body, and once again, rage surged through me.
