Joana, whose breath almost eluded her ran as fast as she could towards the rogue pack and ended up unconscious by the gate.

She was picked up and brought into the Alpha’s court.

“What is this?” Alpha Victor, who got down to chain smoking to calm his sudden wrecked nerves, asked, his head pointing towards the now transformed Joana on the floor.

“We found her by the gate.” One of the burly-looking men with a long mustache replied, gently kicking Joana on her stomach.

“Wake her.” He looked away, smoking off the cigar in her hand.

Taking a bottle of water, a tomboyish-looking woman sprinkled it on Joana’s face till...