Chapter 45: Violet Eyed Angel

Charlene watched the retreating bare back of her son’s best friend with a heavy heart. She knew he must be in terrible pain, disobeying a direct order from an alpha could be fatal, but a beta would feel as if his insides were being torn apart and filled with lava.

She knelt on the ground ignoring the gravel digging into the soft flesh of her knees. Her nude stockings provided no protection from the harsh tar road, but she was more concerned with the teenage girl in her arms.

When her landline had rung early that morning, she’d had no clue as to what was waiting for her on the other end of the line. The frantic and panicked voice of her son had pulled her out of her musings quickly enough. Her heart had jumped, and she had been filled with worry until he had explained their situation back at the pack house.