Demanding

Anya was right, shomehow.

I do need to keep my foot at full rest for at least five days to give my body a chance to recover properly. If I put too much weight on it, the tiny bones I broke are going to shift around even more. And if I dare to shift to my wolf form, the bones would heal immediately, but they might reconnect in the wrong place and then I’ll be truly fucked.

"This is your fault!" I yell at Rogan when the call ends. I’m seething. This was such a dumb mistake and it could cost me everything.

"Bro, I'm sorry! What do you want me to do, break my foot too?" he asks. I raise an eyebrow and nod, "I'm not going to do that, you sadistic piece of shit. I can be your nurse, though. I'll go buy you some crutches right now and I’ll start icing you, like the doctor said."

"I'd rather choke on a dick than walk around my pack on crutches like a weakling. I'll stay here until this shit heals,” I mutter and point directly at his stupid face, “But I don't want you to ever forget this wa