Cloette's POV
I roll my eyes at him and don’t even bother to hide my annoyance. If it isn’t for my wolf, I’d be panicking under his touch again. I keep sighing as we ascend to the second floor until we enter my temporary bedroom. He then gently lays me down on the bed. While he’s doing so, my body throbs that a moan flees from me. Though my wounds are healing and my bruises are disappearing fast, their pain still lingers on my flesh. Guess I over-do my training today. I don’t care if I can’t move for a day or a week as long as I’m trying to be strong and be worthy of everyone’s respect. I will be strong not only for myself but also for my father.
Soon, knocks come to the door. After Mr. Accosta says ‘come in’, Micah enters the room, carrying a basin of water with a towel hanging on its
