RAFE’S POV
"I’m fine," I gritted out, but the words didn't stop the fire blooming at my side. I shoved Jax’s hands away, pressing my own palm flat against the wound to stop the flow of blood.
"Get the scouts from the MC. We need men here now to guard this woman or get her somewhere safe. She can't stay here alone, because that man might return." I looked at the dead man. “They should also do something about this body.”
"Rafe, you look pretty cut up," Jax said, his voice laced with concern. He wasn't looking at the dead man anymore; he was looking at the way my face was paling under the night sky. "That blade went deep. You should see a doctor. Or at least let me—"
"I said I’m fine!" I snapped, my eyes flashing deep yellow. "Do what I said. It is an order!"
Jax held my gaze for a secon
