Chapter 32

Flora’s P.O.V

I wrapped a bandage around Clay’s abdomen, careful not to tighten the cloth too much so his wounds could heal on their own.

I was slowly starting to realize that being a rogue didn’t only mean mental instability, but there were certain physical drawbacks as well. Rogues didn’t heal as fast as any normal wolf would and they also became highly aggressive when injured. Even now, Clay was gritting his teeth together to stop himself from lashing out.

I wasn’t worried though. Clay had always had iron control whenever he was with me, but what I was worried about, wasn’t his physical but mental state.

“How are you holding up?” I asked once I was done with the bandages. I kept a set of healing supplies inside one of his drawers, just because he needed it more often than I anticipated.

“You should stay away.” His voice was rough. “I’m not myself right now.&