Isla
Once he was settled in the pack clinic, I felt a bit better. Jim dressed his other wounds on the way back to Silver Moon. None of them needed stitches, but he still wanted to clean and cover them to help the healing process speed up. It made me feel better not seeing the scratches or scars besides two marks on his face that were already fading to light pink.
“Luna, you need to eat, maybe take a shower and change. You need to look out for yourself to look out for him,” Jim said. I nodded. I knew he was right, but I wasn’t leaving Jackson. Something would happen while I was away.
Jim eyed me. “How about I have Gianna bring some clothes and food down, and I’ll bring in a cot for you to sleep here?” That sounded better. “You won't have to leave the room; there’s an ensuite bathroom her
