I followed the trail of blood on the floor as my eyes landed on the form leaning against the kitchen counter with the bottle in his hand.
The scent of blood made me heady. I breathed heavily, watching the way he raised the bottle in the air, taking a large gulp from it. The adam’s apple on his throat bobbed in a sexy motion following him.
My mouth dried at the sight, till I recovered the second my legs stepped on a pool of blood and my heart sank.
“Draven?” I called out his name, hesitant to go near him even though my wolf was cursing and pushing me to move closer to her mate and check if she was hurt.
The booze in his hands froze in the air at the sound of my voice, but he never turned to face me.
“Go to bed, troublemaker!” He growled.
And instantly a sigh left my lips knowing it w
