Claim Her

When her friend worked on her injury, sewing up where the wound is deep and bandaging it later on, Ashlyn mind-linked the pack members to attain the information.

Then that familiar scent overwhelmed her senses, getting her to raise her head. Her helplessly concerned self already inquired about his condition early, and she was glad upon learning he had barely any harm.

Seeing him right now made the statement more true. Amongst the bleak and gloomy scene, he stood out due to his neat appearance. Not even a hair of his was out of place as he maintained his usual composure.

His eyes met with hers, almost drawing her into trance before her self-control made her hold herself back. He walked over to her.

He then scrutinized her from top to bottom before commenting, "It has been hard on you, Ashlyn."

A smile formed on his face.

Instead of feeling the friendly intent that smile conveyed, Ashlyn took it as being mocked and retorted, "Small wounds. Leah is making a scene out of it. Seeing you fi