Yuri’s POV

I scanned the arena—lifeless bodies strewn across the snow, blood staining the white ground, and the injured groaning in pain. Shackles which held Opal lay on snowy ground.

“Where’s Mac?” I demanded, turning to Emery.

“Alpha he,” she is unconscious.

“We need a doctor.” I said. He disappeared into another tent, searching. Moments later, the doctor rushed in, his wrinkled clothes disheveled, his eyes heavy with exhaustion. Without a word, he dropped to ...