Kiana
The door opened, and I smelled his blood before he stumbled in. With a gasp, I jumped up from the chair. Troy was covered in blood. “What? What happened? Are you okay? Do you need Saul? Have you shifted?”
“I’m fine,” he growled and limped to the bathroom. I was right behind him. He wasn’t fine. When he removed his shirt, I could see the blood seeping out of his wound.
“Troy! What the hell happened! Why haven’t you shifted?” Frantic, I opened the bathroom cabinets, but there was nothing in there to close up a wound. Maybe because we were self-healing. And had an infirmary. Grabbing a towel, I pressed it against his wound.
He stared down at me with an unreadable expression. “Finn tried to leave the territory.”
“What?”
“Is this an idea that you gave him?”
Jerking my head, I frown
