Darren's POV.

She followed me upstairs, her hands shivering, the blackout we had one minute ago, as she stepped into the corridor, I stilled immediately.

The scent I felt on her earlier became slightly familiar, yet I couldn't quite place who had this scent, but I knew it was from someone in my pack.

Turning to face her, my wolf bared its teeth immediately. I realized the cut on her face, the faint mark on her neck, and her sweatpants were torn, it was a little bloodied.

I couldn't believe that I didn't notice this earlier, I was too focused on my anger and the way she replied that I...