Varg's POV

I walked through the woods, carrying her limp form in my arms as I made my way to the car. My mind churned with fragmented thoughts, trying to piece together what little I knew about her. The memory of her first night in my room replayed in my mind. After dropping the word "mate," she’d said something about me saving her.

At the time, I didn’t take it seriously. But now...now it gnawed at me.

The anger I’d felt earlier from losing my fight had been replaced by something far more complicated: guilt. Was she in danger? If so, what kind? I glanced down at her pale face...