-Jake’s P.O.V-
“Do you often deem it fit to clean your wounds with dirty river water?” Claire questions, her eyebrows raised. We’d been walking for a while after our small conversation about the twins, and I decided that letting the blood dry on my arm was less than ideal.
“Not really,” I answer, nearing the river with hesitant steps. The river wasn’t prone to being cold this time of the year, but I was still distrustful of it.
Claire sighs as I finally dip my feet in it. “Are you going to take a bath in it or something?”
I smile. “Nah, just wanted to know what that would feel like.” Claire seems unimpressed, though she comes closer anyway. She rips a piece of her shirt. I gulp. “Wha-what are you doing?”
Claire rolls her eyes. “Being useful, alpha. I am sure you must know
