Hazel thought she'd died and resurrected at the sight she beheld.
"What the hell?" She cursed, unaware of the tears that rolled down her face.
Her bag dropped from her shaky hands as she froze in the same spot. She couldn't explain the feeling of fear that gripped her hard as she watched him struggle even harder.
She was clueless on what to do. She couldn't leave him there to be struggling all alone yet she had no idea how to help him get better.
He was shaking vigorously and she couldn't do anything to stop it, to end his pain. A low feral growl escaped him, frightening her just as much as the entire pack house because in a few seconds they came running over after hearing her shout for help mixed with the painful growl.
"What happened in here, miss?" One guard questioned, his face holding a hatred she couldn't fathom. He's probably hating himself for letting her go in to meet his master in the first place.
