JUNIPER
“You should really be resting,” I said, taking the box of my things out of Axel’s hands. “You’re still recovering.”
Axel tried to take the box back, but I deftly avoided his attempt. He still moved slowly, and despite trying to hide it, he still winced when he moved the wrong way.
“I’ve healed enough,” he insisted.
I had tried to get him to stay in bed while I moved my stuff to my new dorm, but he had refused. It had barely been two days since he was shot, and even with his increased werewolf healing abilities, it wasn’t enough time to fully heal. The wound had scabbed over, but the doctor said it would take longer for the internal injuries to heal. The pain etched on Axel’s face made it clear the doctor was right.
“You have not. I shouldn’t have even let you come with me. I’
