Chapter 112 Old Wounds

• Max and Kylie's hearts pounded in their chests as they heard the bloodcurdling scream echoing through the dense forest. Without a moment's hesitation, they exchanged determined glances and sprinted towards the source of the cry. Moonlight shone through the trees, creating dancing shadows.
• As they emerged from the thicket, their eyes widened at the sight before them. The pack guards, a group of burly werewolves clad in black, surrounded two huddled and frightened women. The guards towered over them, their expressions hardening with suspicion. The women trembled under their watchful gazes, their eyes brimming with terror and desperation.
• Max's breath caught in his throat when he recognised the familiar features of the two women. They were none other than the former Luna Clemia and her daughter Josie from the Red Pearl Pack. They had been taken as slaves by the Hawk and his pervert friends. Cayden had talked about them. How they were being tossed around like rag dolls in that terrible auction. He was surprised to see that the woman had survived. Though they looked as if they had escaped a concentration camp,