Cuts and scraps littered Louis' body. I took in a deep breath, looking at the sun playing off of his bare flesh as we stepped outside of the pack house. The medicine Doc had given me already helping with my pounding head, making it easier to think. Louis stood talking to a redheaded woman, when she turned to look back at us I let out a gasp, her lips slipped into a surprised o. The others hadn’t been wrong when they said she and I looked alike.
Louis smiled when he saw me, “Amelia, I was just talking to Abby.” He said and my attention was pulled back to him.
“You’re hurt.” I whispered as he walked closer, he slipped an arm around my waist. Pulling me in for a tight hug that I knew was meant to reassure himself that I was okay. Someone had given him a pair of shorts and I was gla
