Chapter 13 Thirteen

• Luciano’s POV
• The room is eerily silent except for the steady, shallow breaths coming from the fragile figure lying on the bed. Evana. Helpless, bruised, barely conscious. The sight alone sends something dark and violent through me but I keep it contained—for now.
• Sebastian and I stand in the shadows, watching as Gabriel, the pack doctor, kneels beside her, carefully examining her wounds. He’s thorough, precise. He should be focusing on her injuries, nothing more.