Thirty-Three: Sloane

I had thought the lockdown after Greyson slammed into Ethan's vehicle was bad, but this was on another level. We weren't just trapped in the castle but still free to roam.

This time, we had all been trapped in the dining hall while the Alphas conversed in my father's office, debating what actions they would take.

It didn't matter that Greyson wasn't a threat to me and that I didn't need to be here. As far as they knew, Greyson was the devil and posed a danger to our pack.

Yet, knowing that he had been fighting for me was exciting. When I finally heard the report on Ethan's injuries, my heart swelled. His face had been beaten to a pulp, but he had two distinct injuries.

The back of his head had been smashed, the pack doctor had pulled pieces of tree bark from it, and Ethan's wrist had almost been shattered.

It was hard to hide my smile after hearing that.

I wanted nothing more than to run to Greyson and wrap myself around him, kissing him until the world stopped. But I couldn't because