Going Rouge

PACK, MOON

h the sharp tang of sweat and earth. Bodies - some breathing, so

uts, screams of pain, wet crunch of bones being

to fight the primal urge to let her fangs descend, to

r wolf growled, coiling

len

ce yanked her bac

skin smudged with grime and blood. Tangled curls, wild and unbound. Eyes too dark, too tired. She couldn't tell i

taggered t

ic, the scent so thick it almost choked her. I

ut she held on. A Beta's strength should have kept him u

moving, assessing, working. All around her, the

laid in the wealth of its land. For centuries, othe

unti

nced it, Selene had believed Nightveil

le had known peace and extended it to other species as well. It wasn't

ewolves fighting t

the only place

he Council began to tu

, Alphas scrambling for power, clawing at each other with

Byron had insisted neutrality to protect his Pac

as w

the chaos was Storm

s Vol

who saw weakness and struck

had believ

elieve

they paid

. Selene pressed her hand against the worst of his wounds, feeling the he

s, and her gaze drifted-to the

It had only been moments since she detected the infection, bu

away before it spreads.

didn'

auses. Nor to listen to logic when something

to whatever nightmare Darius Volkh

ht away. Not now. Ga

oice was steady, though her mind raced. Buy

ak rasp escaped. His body shoo

lf was fighting the infection - and

wolf's agony, its whimpers thrashing against the pull of death. The pain was so all-consuming that it di

infection was

he would be dead in minutes. If she tried s

ened on his arm.

ic blur as she pounded herbs into a thick paste. The sharp scent of cr

, Garrick

t wasn't made just to kill the

ng the wolf

as the sound of other healers echoed aroun

reading

losin

did they do t

ction wa

len

yn, one of Nightveil's healers, a petite Omega, ran toward her, sweat

yria's voice trembled, raw with ur

n't l

acked lips. His body jerked violently, a strangled sound ripping from his throat a

ou of all people know how quick

where this

o can still be saved." Lyria's voice shook with barely restraine

e sti

on these very cots. But if they didn't make a choice - if they didn't let go

uldn't ac

wavering. "I will stay here and h

ed, then inh

thirty showing symptoms. The other tents have the same nu

Over seventy percent of Nightve

dn't surv

her resolve did not waver

fists. "It's Alpha Byron's

n them in the midst of t

s jaw c

could say another wo

he night, a sound so unnatural that every healer

visible force. Outside, wolves howled in unison, but it w

s breat

dened. "What th

a secon

e, it wa

oming straig