Penny let herself be wrapped up and cuddled, burrowing against Asher's chest with a little sigh of her own. In truth, she was pretty rattled herself--but only because Ty was bleeding and Asher was so badly upset.
She wasn't the strongest or most vicious wolf, she'd never be an Alpha...but she had her speed, and she had absolutely no compunction when it came to violence in protection of those she loved. Like her friends, like her mates...
Knowing what the Culling stood for, she was perfectly happy to go to war.
"I'm going to bake Rachel Devereaux a casserole every night for a month so she doesn't have to worry about dinner while she's riding herd on her brother." she declared quietly. "And I think I'm finally going to sign up for those tae kwon do classes you two teased me about last month. So next time, I can do more than just throw heavy things."
Terry couldn't quite stop the growl that rose when Ty hissed in pain and slumped against the closet wall. Darting forward, he knelt in front of her and caught the waist of her jeans to tug them the rest of the way off her hips and legs.
"Here, hang on...straighten up and lean on the wall...okay, step back--right foot....good, now left. There."
Once her jeans were off, he got to his feet and caught the hem of her shirt, trying to think more about her discomfort and less about the fact he was stripping his mate--and the Haze wasn't completely satisfied, at least now.
It made him wish, irrationally, that their pack had that neat healing trick that the Wayward Daughter did. He wasn't an Alpha, but it made him wish he were. Then he could just...fix this.
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She wasn't the strongest or most vicious wolf, she'd never be an Alpha...but she had her speed, and she had absolutely no compunction when it came to violence in protection of those she loved. Like her friends, like her mates...
Knowing what the Culling stood for, she was perfectly happy to go to war.
"I'm going to bake Rachel Devereaux a casserole every night for a month so she doesn't have to worry about dinner while she's riding herd on her brother." she declared quietly. "And I think I'm finally going to sign up for those tae kwon do classes you two teased me about last month. So next time, I can do more than just throw heavy things."
Terry couldn't quite stop the growl that rose when Ty hissed in pain and slumped against the closet wall. Darting forward, he knelt in front of her and caught the waist of her jeans to tug them the rest of the way off her hips and legs.
"Here, hang on...straighten up and lean on the wall...okay, step back--right foot....good, now left. There."
Once her jeans were off, he got to his feet and caught the hem of her shirt, trying to think more about her discomfort and less about the fact he was stripping his mate--and the Haze wasn't completely satisfied, at least now.
It made him wish, irrationally, that their pack had that neat healing trick that the Wayward Daughter did. He wasn't an Alpha, but it made him wish he were. Then he could just...fix this.
"Here, can you lift your arms for me?..."