Jackson's point of View
'Why the hell are we on fire, Seth?' I demanded.
'I think I might have crossed a line with my mate.' my stupid wolf replied.
'You think?' I quipped sarcastically.
From my perspective, I had rocked up to Rose's with a bunch of flowers, she opened the door and her beautiful scent had carried over to me on the summer breeze. Next thing I know, I'm on my ass at the bottom of half of a tree, and it's burning from the roots to the top. I definitely had a broken arm and possibly a dislocated shoulder. And my wolf was doing nothing to help me out.
'Once you've finished sulking, do you think you might actually attempt to heal me? I'm in quite a bit of pain here.'
'Atara won't let me!' Seth groaned. 'I've really pissed her off!' Me and her both, I thought to mysel
