He ignored the stare of Zee against his back, feeling it like a heatwave that burned him. Her opinion didn’t matter, only his twisted affection for her and his decision that this would help her. Ever since he had admitted their friendship at the lake, he had allowed himself to realise he did not want to see her hurt again.
He ignored her as she tried to make eye contact with him, he didn’t wish to see the judgment in her gentle blue eyes. She would forgive him, he was certain of it. She had forgiven him for far worse, for all the times he had pushed her into the dirt, or cut off her airways as she sassed a Klein.
“I have no intention of hurting you” he promised the man, and it was the truth. He didn’t intend to, but he would, if it was ordered of him. “If you lie on this coat, I can bring you to the safety of our pack borders, and our healer can attend to you” he promised, still trying to conceal exactly what he was dragging the injured man into. He felt he could easily take on this injured, smaller wolf if it came to that, but it would be a much easier journey if he came willingly.
Bloodletter
