Hayden Davis.
“Can anyone tell me what happened?” Jonathan looked back at his mate in question, and the other faced away from him, balling his fists. Though I felt burned out and sleepy, I struggled to sit up, leaning on Jonathan when he offered to help.
I formed a smile, saying. “Don’t worry about it. It’s just a misunderstanding.”
“Misunderstanding?! He almost killed you, Hayden!” Jonathan helped me stand up, and Zeke soon lent a hand, supporting me towards a couch. I grunted as I sat down, bringing my hand to my neck, grimacing at the sight of blood.
“Chris, you better tell me what’s going on!”
The last thing I wanted was to cause trouble between them. Everyone remained quiet. They weren’t sure if they should let Jonathan know about what had his mate so riled up. I knew they were
