Elena
Tiffany looked like she wanted to peel off my skin when I asked her to keep my secret, but she agreed. My minor injuries weren’t serious enough to warrant intense medical attention, so her consciousness was clear in terms of bringing home a bloody Luna.
Her face told me she wished my injuries were more serious, fatal even, but I pushed aside my pride and pretended I didn’t know her thoughts. We seem to agree that neither of us wanted Killian to fuss over me and pay me unnecessary attention.
“The Alpha doesn’t need to be distracted away from his duties to care for your an invalid,” Tiffany said. “Today of all days.”
“Why? What else is happening today?”
Tiffany blanched, as if she had said something she shouldn’t have. Her eyes shot down to her phone, then she reset the stony lo
