Chapter 11

• Dominic had finally killed the warlock by tearing into his face. He called Cameron to take the body away and perform the dying ritual he deserved, burning him. Now, he was in the bedroom as the pack's healer tended to Elena.
• Dominic sat at the edge of the bed, his hands clenched into fists, his gaze fixed on Elena's pale face. Her breathing was steady but shallow, her body still, as if trapped in a restless sleep. The healer's touch had helped, but traces of dark magic still remained in her veins.
• "How is she?" Dominic asked.