Troy walked over to Kiana and kissed her on the top of her head. “Go clean up, sweetheart. We’ll see if we can save her.”
Kiana grabbed my arm and pulled me away. We scrubbed off the blood and dressed in clean clothes. When we returned, Saul, Tessa, and two other wolves were around the table. Troy and Rhyson were leaning back against the wall, their arms and legs crossed as if they were copying each other.
The female who I’d been eyeing before was also lounging against the wall.
Close to Rhyson. Too damn close.
Mine.
Blinking, I swallowed the word down. He was absolutely not mine. Not now. Not ever. Who was I to care who stood next to him?
She said something to him, and he frowned and leaned down toward her. Lifting up to her tiptoes, she practically put her lips right to his ear.
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