Chapter 25 THE PACK

Back home, Beatrice carefully assisted Dylan in changing his medicine, her mind preoccupied with the events of the day. As she tended to his wounds, her eyes drifted to the claw marks on his skin, a stark reminder of the danger they had narrowly escaped.

But as she examined the wounds more closely, a frown creased her brow. Something didn't quite add up. The claw marks on Dylan's body were different from the ones she had seen on the werewolves who had kidnapped the twins before.

Her heart raced with a mixture of confusion and concern as she tried to make sense of the discrepancy. Could it be possible that there was another party involved, someone other than Lucas and his pack?

With worried face, she tried to ask him about the scratch.

"What happened to this? It's just... they aren't the same with this," she said, tracing the scratch in his neck.

Dylan shook his head. "Nothing, love." He replied.

It was serious. His tone and even his expression.

Beatrice's mind raced with possibilities