Slade
He’d seen the dozen messages from Audrey when he’d gotten up, had sighed and been going to answer them, but had come across Hayden in the hallway. Then his temper had flared. He didn’t want to see that boy. But he had seen that his wolf had healed him from yesterday. He also noted as he sank down with Palmer and Yuri, that Palmer himself was healed up, “How’s the face?” he asked the man.
“Alright, she really does pack a wallop when ticked off. She has never hit me that hard before.” He muttered, “Broke my bloody nose, though that wasn’t my biggest concern.”
“What was?” he asked curiously.
“The one thing you don’t want someone in a bloodlust or almost there, smelling: the blood.” He’d sighed. “I had to leave her and flee to not let her smell it, and have that bloodlust evolve full
