“That’s not human blood, that’s wolf’s blood,” accused Claire. “What have you’ve been doing?” Her hands going to her hips.
‘f**k,’ thought Oliver. “Get out of here Claire,” growled Oliver.
Claire walked over to him, her eyes wide as she stared at his forearm, “You’ve been cut by silver. Was a hunter involved, what happened? Who’s dead?”
Oliver brushed her off, heading to his room. “Go home Claire. I just got into a fight, that’s all. No one’s dead, Alvin got wounded.” He’ll have to text Alvin when she leaves.
“Let me tend to your arm.” She followed him into the bathroom, going to the cabinet to pull out a first aid kit. Pushing him down on a chair.
“Claire, I can’t take your bullshit right now. I’m tired, I need to get ready to head into work soon.” Claire ignored him, pulling out a
