Chapter Fourteen (Thane)

I knocked and entered the room. Isla was laying unconscious on the bed. She was beautiful, with long black hair and bright green eyes (when they were open). Her petite frame, with perfect curves. Looking small and frail with her wounds and deathly pale, I silently wished for her recovery. She had a black eye and cut on her temple. Lacerations covered her back and stab wounds covered her torso. The tiny pin pricks covered her body from the Iron Maiden, already healed. I watched as Cumina stitched up her wounds.

Cumina is a respected healer in our pack. She has long brown hair, usually pulled into a bun; she is short with a slim frame, her eyes are deep brown. Her mate is one of my brother's most trusted sentinels and he is usually called upon for priority missions.

Cumina looked at me. “I’ve done what I can. I’ve healed or at least repaired the damage to her internal organs, and I’ve stitched up the deeper wounds. You can help me clean and bandage her back.” She sighed. I walked over