Logan rises, offering his hand to Clara. She takes it standing on shaky legs. Logan spits blood to the side of the matt and takes off his shirt. Using the black cloth to stop the leak from his nose. Clara’s eyes widen at the pure muscle in Logan’s body. He doesn’t look real. Her cheeks flush, turning her attention away quickly to Morrigan. An approving grin on her broad face. Storming over she claps Clara on the back. “Now that’s a gift I’ll never forget.” Her eyes turning to the alpha, imprinting the injured wolf to memory.
Logan strides for the door passing the gathering bodies. “Get to training!” Clara’s arms drop to her sides.
“He broods more than a cat.” Clicking her tongue Morrigan turns away waving over another member to help with the matts. Clara pushes past the filing Teptonia f
