Ava's POV
For a moment, a mix of anger and pain twisted in my chest. My wolf bristled at the idea, at the accusation.
But I didn’t argue, I didn’t defend myself. Because right now, his wounds mattered more than his words.
I turned my head slightly. “Rose,” I said calmly, “bring me a boiled egg and the first aid kit.”
“Right away, Luna.”
As Rose hurried out, I shifted my focus back to Jasper. Now that I was looking properly, the details became impossible to ignore.
The scratches on his cheeks were just the beginning. His hands were scraped. His legs were bruised, dirt smeared into shallow cuts.
My wolf let out a low, silent growl. Pups shouldn’t come home like this. The school Jasper attended was on neutral ground. Pups from different packs in Drakoria attended it too. Acts of violen
