Quirin
This is definitely a side of Kennedy that I’m not used to seeing. I step back and pull off my shorts, getting on the table.
“You didn’t mention seeing Beta Kier last night when you returned to the packhouse,” I say, watching as she looks at the wound.
“Would it have mattered? You still wouldn’t have asked me to look at your wounds. You were quite clear about Raif being strong enough to heal you. Your arrogance and the arrogance of this pack is astounding.”
“My arrogance?” I ask, biting off a hiss as she begins scraping the wound. She looks at the scraping, tilting it in the light before nodding and putting the scrapings in a glass cylinder. That looks new too. I frown, how did she know she would need these things?
“Yes, it’s arrogant to force your wolves to do all the work of h
