Josie POV
“Stop,” he groaned with his eyes shut.
I removed his arm from the wounded spot. His grey shirt was stained and drenched in blood. I bit my bottom lip.
“You’re going to bleed out,” I said.
He opened his eyes and smirked. Conan gently lifted his shirt to reveal a small cut. My brows furrowed.
“I’m a wolf, remember?”
I retracted my hand and felt my cheeks blush fiercely. “Right.”
He winced and dragged himself to a sitting position.
“Why do you look like you lost a dog fight?”
He frowned. “You should see the other guy. The bastard just had a nasty bite. I’ll be fine.”
I could tell Conan didn’t like to lose.
“Who was he?” I asked.
“Some random guy who’s been snooping around the property,” Conan grumbled.
I nearly froze. I struggled to hide my facial expressions. Could it
