Book 7: Back from the Dead

Ella

“Oh, my Goddess!”

I don’t care that I’m screaming for the entire world to hear. My voice echoes off the walls as I barrel down the stairs, practically blind, tears springing from my lashes and rolling down my cheeks. I trip over my own feet and fall to my knees on the tile just as Ryatt reaches my side and hauls me upright.

He doesn’t let me go. I squirm in his arms, panting, reaching a hand toward the bloodied man staining the ivory tiles crimson.

Westfall’s glacier blue eyes meet mine, but his expression is strained as the wolves hold him down. Several of the wolves have him by their teeth, blood pooling around the wounds they’ve inflicted by getting him on the ground.

“Isaac, please!” I shout.

Isaac looks from me to Westfall, confusion blurring his features.

“Alpha King!” Ryatt shouts, a touch panicked as he holds me back. “Let him go.”

Cassian rushes into the room, cursing audibly as he skids to a stop. Hannah