Omar's POV
My brain broke for a second before I managed to say ignorantly, "you protect me? You can't even protect yourself."
"Jeez, as moody as before. I don't want to quarrel with you now." She braced herself up, gasping in pain. Her eyes rolled up and down as if checking me, "you are lucky not being hurt much by crazy wolves."
Somehow, what she claimed to look for me slightly touched me. I outstretched my hand, implying to hold her up, "get up. How long do you want to sit here?"
Another hand stretched out beside mine; it was Asher, "Zo, may I hold you up? Sorry for not helping you out of the attack just now."
Our voices overlapped, and our hands were up before Zopia simultaneously.
Without hesitation, Zopia put her hand on mine, back on her feet. Asher draped down his hand to hi
