Travis
"You're hurt," my mate's brother remarked.
I inspected the wounds. He had sunk his claws into my abdomen and my hands, and blood was pouring out of all the punctures. While the numerous scratch marks all over my arms were annoying, the deep cuts he had made on my flesh from pushing his razor-sharp claws into various regions of my body were far more of a cause for concern. I reached out to touch them, but I was hesitant.
It was undoubtedly the adrenaline, but when I battled against him, I didn't feel the pain. I didn't care how badly I was hurt. As soon as it ended, though, I felt the anguish.
Unfortunately, I couldn't magically heal like the Lycans and werewolves. I was sure that these wounds were going to cause me a lot of trouble. Regardless, I was glad that the nuisance name
