hurt

Sheryl’s POV

I hadn’t even realized I was cut until I saw the look on Ashton’s face when he told me I was hurt. Then I felt

a small sting on my forehead and the blood trickling down the side of my face.

His eyes were dark and fixated on my features.

I’ve honestly had worse injuries; this was minor in comparison. But I don’t tell him that. Instead, he does

something I wasn’t expecting.

He wrapped an arm around me and lifted me into his arms, cradling me like a child. My heart leaped in my chest and my eyes widened as I gazed up at him. He was going to walk me back to the packhouse.

“I can walk you know,” I tell him.

“This will be faster.”

Before I could ask him how on earth this would be faster; he starts to run. He wasn’t even in his wolf

form; he was just sprinting with me in his arms. I wrap my arms around his neck to steady myself,

pressing my face against his chest and breathing in his amazing scent.

Val was in complete bliss.

I had to keep reminding her that this wasn’t the guy w