Joseph's POV
The simultaneous assault from two separate packs was bleeding my territory dry, even though neither enemy force matched our full strength. My warriors were dropping faster than they had since Dorothy first set foot in our lands, and I could feel each loss like a physical blow through our pack bond.
With Deon's son locked in our cells, I knew that bastard would come running. It was only a matter of time.
A searing pain tore through my back leg as claws found their mark, and instantly I felt Dorothy's concern spike through our connection. I severed the link immediately, refusing to let her experience my pain or become distracted from her vital work in the pack hospital. Every second she spent healing my warriors meant another fighter returning to battle. Without Natasha at her side, Dorothy was already pushing herself beyond her limits.
