“Damn it!” Kyle hissed, trying to wake her up. He saw her face was wounded, and it wasn’t a normal wound. It was certainly a claw. A werewolf’s claw. He could tell that right away.
“Ashlee, wake up! Change your clothes.” He gently stroked her cheeks in an attempt to bring her back to consciousness.
After repeatedly trying, Kyle sighed. He carefully stared at her face and frowned. ‘Isn’t she going through enough already?’ He thought, tracing along her wound.
Carrying her into his arms, he walked to her room. With a swift move of his leg, he opened the door to her bathroom. Filling the bathtub with warm water, he placed her inside.
“I… She needs to take her clothes off.” His heartbeat raced. Taking her clothes off. If he did that… She would be mad. But that’s not what he should be worri
