Chapter 12: Truth

Warren

Whether it’s the exhaustion of the battle, the broken leg that Arric is working hard to heal, or just life in general, I feel exhausted. But no matter how tired I am, I’m not going to miss my mate getting in the shower with me. I’m not even disappointed that she'll leave her shirt on. Humans have wet t-shirt contests for a reason.

I stand under the water, letting it loosen the dried blood and gore in my hair. When I look down and see that the water running down the drain is bright red, I wonder how bad I look. Under any other circumstances, I wouldn’t care, but I don’t want my mate to think less of me. She doesn’t seem surprised by the fighting and she seems to understand the need for me to maintain a strong image in front of the pack, but that doesn’t mean that she’s okay with it.

“Okay, let’s see what we’ve got,” she says, walking back in and setting the clothes on the counter by the sink before stepping into the shower with me. “You’re pretty tall so I’m going to need you to