CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED ELEVEN – THE COST OF BETRAYAL

The journey back to the Gorroth mansion was a somber one. John leaned heavily on Karina, his wound still seeping blood. Lady Becky clutched her shoulder, her face a mask of pain and anger. Gwen loped alongside, her half-transformed state making the going difficult. As they entered the main hall, the signs of the earlier battle were still evident - furniture overturned, scorch marks marring the walls. Karina felt a pang of sadness at the destruction of this once-grand place. "We must treat these wounds," Gwen said gruffly. "I will fetch the healing supplies." Lady Becky started to protest, but a look from Gwen silenced her. The older woman sank into a plush chair with a resigned sigh. Karina helped ease John into a seat, worry etched on her face. "Let me see," she said gently, peeling back his bloodied shirt. The bullet had grazed his side, leaving an angry red furrow. Already his accelerated werewolf healing was stemming the flow. But Karina cleaned and dressed the wound just to b