JUNIPER
I swatter Asher’s hand away. “I told you I’m fine.”
“You have gashes on your side and are covered in blood,” Asher growled.
After the rogues were taken care of, Asher checked on me, and the moment he saw the claw marks on my side, he picked me up, rushing me to the pack doctor, despite my protests.
“Most of the blood isn’t mine,” I said. The doctor had already cleaned the wounds and wrapped my side in gauze. I had been given spare pants, but the only thing covering my torso was the gauze. My side ached where the rogue’s claws sliced my skin, but my body was already healing. The blood drenching my hair made me look like a scene from a horror movie, though, which only added to Asher’s worry.
“The keyword in that sentence is most,” Asher said. “You were hurt, and it’s my fault f
