The walk back to their room was silent, as Axel gently pulled Layla along beside him. He was covered in blood, enemy blood, it was even in his hair, and it nearly made her nauseous.
“What’s the matter, kitten?”, he asked, frowning as he took in her pale appearance.
They stumbled into their room, Axel shutting the door behind her, as his concern over her pallor continued to grow.
“The blood… there’s so much,” she shivered as she answered his question.
“Ah, so that’s it…” Axel’s hazel eyes burned with intensity as he watched his mate look away from him, cringing.
He gently cupped her face, careful of the dried blood on his hands, “My jaguar princess is disgusted by a little blood?”
“Well, you’re caked in it.”
“It’s nothing a good shower won’t wash off,” he said, still holding her gold
