Elliot's POV

"You really didn't have to come all the way here. It was just a scratch," Shirley innocently said as she batted her lashes at me. I stifled an eye roll because she sounded frantic on the phone about getting hurt and now, she was playing it off like it was nothing. She was right though; it was nothing more than a scratch. It was obvious that the rogue didn't want her. "Your wife must be so upset that your date night was ruined because of this."

She pouted as she ran her hand up my arm. I sighed and took a step back, out of her reach.

"I need answers, Shirley," I told her, keeping my voice indifferent. "How many rogues were there?"

Pack doctors had surrounded Shirley because I ordered them to keep their priorities on her injuries. Now that we had free time and she was just about to be discharged, I knew I could ask her questions. "I think maybe 1," she answered. "It was dark, and I couldn't really see clearly."

I furrowed my brows together; we were wolves which meant we had great sight in the dark. But I wasn't going to question her because I knew everything happened quickly.

"What did he look like?" I asked, trying to keep the annoyance out of my voice.

She wrapped her arms across her chest.

"I didn't really see him good, Elliot," she told me. "But he had a silver knife."

"But he didn't use it on you?"

she murmured. "I didn't feel the silver if he had. I think he only used his claws. It

in her eyes and

than this," I scolded, not caring

know... I'm just upset I couldn't be more helpful. I'm also upset ruined

sighed, running my fingers through my hair and feeling a jab of

Shirley. I

through a lot, and

you with

at least tell me

and why you

alone?"

pack," she explained. "I was

feeling that surge of anger

bit her lower

think you would mind," she

say something more, but then my phone rang, snapping me back to the current moment,

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