Vespera’s POV
By the time we reached Blackthorne territory, I looked as though I'd crawled out of a grave. My clothes were covered in mud, my hair smelled of smoke, and a fresh scrape marked my cheek from the explosion. Callum looked equally terrible, while Damon sported a split lip and blood streaking his neck.
I was beginning to think the Alpha had a personal grudge against peaceful mornings.
When our vehicles stopped outside the packhouse, several warriors hurried towards us, their expressions shifting from curiosity to alarm.
"Should we prepare the infirmary?" One asked, staring at my clothes.
"Only if they have coffee. Otherwise, I'm not interested." I said and Damon shot me a sideways look.
"You're bleeding." Damon said.
"It's a scratch." I said.
"It's still bleeding." He sa
