PHYSICAL VARIETY

King was about to tear into the boy, but then he saw it. The boy’s pain was not of a physical variety. Whatever he had witnessed had completely shell-shocked him, leaving him with mental scars deeper than the one on his stomach.

“Right then.” He scooped up the boy as gently as his frayed patience could handle, and placed him over his shoulder. Next, he scooped Emilia into his arms, and then rocked to his feet.

As he ran out of the woods with the two people, he glanced around for the young boy’s dog. He didn’t need to. He knew exactly what fate awaited the sorry animal.

Rowan felt relief as he got back into safer territory. He set the boy down and then strapped Juniper into the passenger seat. He then strapped the young boy in as well. He jumped into the car and raced off into town, glancing at Juniper every five seconds.

“What exactly happened to her?” the pack healer asked, shining a small light into both Emilia’s eyes.

King had sped through the town like a lunatic, and had brought E