Dane's POV.

"Alpha, you are bleeding; we should take you to the...” Beta Ivar, looking extremely concerned, was going to reach for my hand as he said, but immediately, I pulled my hand back, trying to avoid his touch on my hand.

“I am an Alpha; I'll heal up soon!” I notified him with a deep voice as I kept on looking around. I was going to get better every second of the night, and for a split second, I pondered why the rogues had retreated that way.

They were expected to kill everyone that stood in their way. They wanted my head, and they were expected to take it...