#Chapter 115 Wounds and Woe

Dominic I didn’t resist when they found me. Lucas and Wyatt materialized in front of me. From where I sat on the ground they approached like trees come to life, lifting me with their strong branches. “We’ve got you, sir,” Wyatt said softly to me. “We’ll get you home.” “Mira…” The word bubbled out of my mouth, the pain from my cut-up face starting to set in. “She’s safe.” And then I passed out. I woke up in a first floor living room of the Alpha mansion, a nurse standing over me. She had to wake me to clean out my face and tend to the wound. I recognized Jacqueline, and even in my confusion I was grateful she had been called. “Who did this to you?” She asked as she swabbed me with antiseptic. It stung, but I didn’t allow myself to react. “Was it a Rogue? We can swab for DNA if you’d like, which might lead us somewhere. Maybe it was connected to—“ “No,” I said abruptly. “No need, it was an accident. Will it scar?” She looked at me like I was insane, and maybe a