Shirley's POV
He seemed perfectly fine except a little cut on his lips and only my eyes painted what I wanted to see in the room.
Too bad, all my kicks and hits were a waste of time and energy.
"I don't need your help and I never did!" I retorted as though this was a war of words.
He scoffed at me and then squinted his eyes as though something had got into them.
Then he lowered those eyes to my neck and then sighed softly. I suddenly felt my wolf coil in a corner, her tail in between her stomach as she lowered her head in a surrender.
That was awkward. His gaze roamed my face, taking note of every feature, his face etched with deep concern and anguish.
"Let's talk this out, do you have a problem with me?" His voice jerked me back to reality and I could feel the mark on my neck throb
