“You really did a number on his eye, Drew,” the doctor, Victoria, tells my mate. I remember her from when I first came here. She was the young doctor who treated me when I first came to Crooked River Pack. I didn’t know she was Gordon’s mate.
Victoria is poking at the bruise around his eye socket after injecting something around the area to numb it slightly. “It’s fractured, but should heal by the end of the day if you don’t strain yourself any more.”
“I wasn’t trying to strain myself in the first place,” Neil grumbles, glaring at Andrew.
“No, but you were begging to have your ass beat,” I stepped in front of my mate, glaring back at Neil, who looked away diffidently.
“Where’s my mate?” he asks, looking around the commons room where Victoria brought Neil to treat him. Gordon’s eyes
