Chapter 7
Isabella's POV
I dragged myself back to the Pack house with blood trailing behind me. Each breath sent sharp pains through my broken ribs, my shoulder was torn wide open, and I kept tasting copper from whatever was bleeding inside me.
I wasn't finished though.
"Call the elders right now," I said....
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