CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVEN

Immediately the curfew was dissolved, Nuella was shifting and running through the woods from her pack to her best friend’s. A curfew had been called the morning after the attack and had only been pulled once the woods and entire area around the two two packs and even the other neighbouring packs had been combed thoroughly for any lingering rogues.

Once that was done, Claude’s father had demanded that his family and other pack members be brought back to complete their treatment in their pack. That night of the attack, when he was finally able to and had gone back to his house, he nearly fainted when he found it splattered with blood and dead bodies and his mate and daughter were nowhere to be found. Luckily, his Beta came in right on time to inform him that they were safe.

It was the first time Claude would see her father cry. He had bent over her bed, holding her hand and his mate’s who sat beside him and wept. He cried for how close he had come to losing them, he cried for the loss o