Chapitre 295: Seeking Their Alpha

Lucas felt nauseous when he finally came to, and there was a jarring, splitting pain in his head and his chest. It took him several moments to even recall what had occurred, he was so blinded by the pain. He looked around at the dark, empty forest and gradually rose to his feet. His four feet. He was still in wolf form.

He shook his head as if trying to shake off the pain, groaning as he did, and then shifted back into human form. It was the fucking vampire. The vampire felt like a wrecking ball when he slammed into him. But he was already healing—that was part of the pain. He recognized the way the blood rushed to those areas and worked at repairing the damage. Tissues were being threaded back together like torn fabric, ribs had already started to snap back into place.

"Dammit," he hissed, reaching up to feel the flesh over his ribs.

How long had he been out? Where had the undead creature gone? Had Graeme found August?