Chapter 116 Living Hell
- Dallas’ p.o.v.
- “Are you okay, Little One?” Daxton asks as we walk out of the Pack-house. Our Guardians keep an eye out for any Pack-member who might have a problem with the death of their former Alpha, but they hardly pay us any attention.
- “I am fine. Charna took control and I was along for the ride.” I say as I look at Darius to find the wound on his shoulder, but all I see is blood.