Elliot’s POV
“You really didn’t have to come all the way here. It was just a scratch,” Shirley innocently said as she batted her lashes at me. I stifled an eye roll because she sounded frantic on the phone about getting hurt and now, she was playing it off like it was nothing. She was right though; it was nothing more than a scratch. It was obvious that the rogue didn’t want her. “Your wife must be so upset that your date night was ruined because of this.”
She pouted as she ran her hand up my arm. I sighed and took a step back, out of her reach.
“I need answers, Shirley,” I told her, keeping my voice indifferent. “How many rogues were there?”
Pack doctors had surrounded Shirley because I ordered them to keep their priorities on her injuries. Now that we had free time and she was just a
