CHAPTER 9.
“Arrgh!” The sound from one of the males split through the air.
winced, feeling his pain. The cabin was packed full, the smell of blood in the air mixed with the scent of the medicine.
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I didn’t know what exactly had happened, but according to them, there was an incident with the rogues when they went hunting.
I felt a bit confused. Was it so easy to meet rogues? And how did they rogues know about this hunting trip?
However, it seemed they had been able to defeat the rogues this time despite being caught off guard.
Before I could think much about it, I heard Elma’s voice ring through.
“Mira!” she called out, waving me over as she knelt by an unconscious pack member. “I need you to handle Kade. I’m swamped.”
f froze. “Me?”
Yes, you! He’s in the back room. Just clean him up and patch the wounds that need it.”
I swallowed nervously. After the very first time I arrived at the pack, I hadn’t met Kade since. I avoided him and I assumed he was doing the same.
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But I couldn’t say no.
pushed open the door to the small room at the back of the cottage. Kade was sitting on the edge of the bed, shirtless. I’d seen Kade shirtless a couple times, years ago.
Now, he looked bigger. But, there were also more scars than I remembered. A couple deep gashes were on his skin. They were so deep that even self–healing wouldn’t be able to deal with it.
“Done looking?” His rough voice broke my gaze and I looked up to meet his eyes. “Where’s Elma?”
“She’s busy,” I muttered, grabbing the supplies from the shelf. “I’m the best you’ve got right now.”
He smirked, but it quickly turned into a wince as he pulled a wound. “Fair enough.”
I set the supplies on the table and took a deep breath. You’ve got this. It’s just cleaning wounds. Ignore the fact that it’s him.
“Let’s get this over with,” I said, washing my hands and grabbing a cloth.
Kade leaned back slightly, his amber eyes watching me. I ignored him, focusing on his wounds, starting with the deep cut near his ribs. “You’re quiet. Can we talk?” he said after a few minutes.
“I’m busy,” I replied shortly.
“That doesn’t stop you from talking, does it?,” he said, a hint of teasing in his tone.
fshot him a glare. “Do you want my help or not?”
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CHAPTER 9
He turned silent, only hissing occasionally from the pain. I felt my heart clench at his pain. Why was I still feeling sorry for him?
You don’t have to look so upset,” he said suddenly, his voice softer.
kept my focus on the wound. “I’m not upset.”
“You are,” he said, leaning forward slightly. “You always have that look when you’re worried.”
f stepped back, grabbing the stitching needle. “Stop talking.”
He chuckled, though it was strained. “Still bossy, I see.”
I stared at him. Why was he acting like we were close all of a sudden?
“Hold still,” I said, my voice firm.
He didn’t say anything after that, letting me work in silence. As I stitched the wound, I could feel his gaze on me.
When I finally finished, I stepped back, washing my hands. “Done. I’ll wrap it up and that’s all.”
I waited for a couple seconds without hearing him move. When I turned, he was leaning against the wall, staring at me.
turned back, but he called out.
Wait,
paused. “What?”
Do you still love me, Mira?”
froze at the question, my hands gripping the edge of the table. Why would he ask me that? Why now?
turned to face him, forcing myself to stay caim. “Why does it matter?”
It matters,” he said simply, his eyes boring into mine.
My heart clenched painfully. I wanted to scream, to cry, to tell him the truth. But I couldn’t. I wouldn’t.
No,” I said, my voice cold and steady. “I don’t.”
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