Archer groaned loudly as Rowan firmly pressed on his sewn wounds, covering them with gauze to protect them, ‘Seriously kid, why are you even bothering?’ he mumbled.
Rowan rolled his eyes, ‘because I don’t need a dead f*****g Alpha on my conscience old man, I have enough s**t to carry without you added to it.’
‘Um, I’m like three years older than you dude, less of the old man s**t’ the Alpha growled with a huff.
Rowan raised an eyebrow, ‘really?’ he asked distrustfully, ‘Goddess, someone didn’t age well, the wild hasn’t done you any favours has it’ he added. Looking him over, the teenager scrunched up his nose, ‘nah, there is no way that you are twenty one mate.’
Archer scowled, ‘I’m twenty two, due another birthday in a few months’ he retorted icily.
Rowan scratched the back of his he
