WINTER'S POVJude gasped awake, his eyes widening before he grimaced, possibly recalling all that had transpired."Jude," I said. As soon as his eyes locked onto mine, he quickly glanced away. Great, he probably hated me now."What prompted the fight?" I asked."You should ask the rogue you are harboring in the pack," Jude retorted, still avoiding eye contact."I need to know what happened to you first; that's why I've been here for the past two hours, waiting for you to wake up. If I wanted to ask him, I wouldn't be here," I scowled, earning a shrug from Jude.For a while, I thought he wouldn't respond, but he finally spoke. "You let him kiss you.""W-what?" I asked, frowning."Fine, I was the one who punched him. He started taunting me, saying he kissed you and called you a cheap whore. That's why I did it. You can berate me for hitting him, but I'm not sorry, and I'll do it again, even if it means taking my last breath.""You won't be getting into any more fights with him," I said.
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