Alpha Victor
If the blood would clot, it might save me some time.
A whine had Dea's head bowing as she sniffed at the hand covering my wound.
"I'll be fine," I tried to reassure her, believing in my words with every fiber of my being and willing them to be true.
"Here Alpha," a shirtless Alec stretched his hand out to me, his shirt feebly swaying from the hook of his finger.