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The female was just trying to protect her pack. She saw me as the enemy and she had the guts to do something about it. I could respect that. Even if she was all wrong about it.

He didn’t say anything, an angry scowl lined his face. His eyes glazing over. Mind linking the rest of the pack.

I only sat there for a moment before my brain started working again. “You’re naked.”

I attempted pushing myself away from his grasp. “I’m wearing pants.”

“Well do you own a shirt?”

His one hand held onto my wrists, not letting me get very far. Cassar’s eyes grew twice the size as he saw all of my blood.

“Where is the pack doctor?” He barked.

I rolled my eyes at him, wiggling out of his grip. “I’m fine.”

“No. You’re not.” He growled, running his arms along my own. Checking all of my injuries.

“Yes. I am.” I told him slapping his hands away.

I rolled on my ankles falling on my butt. I did my best to hide the pain.

“You have to stop this.” He growled shaking his head, assessing how bad my injuries were.