Emily's POV

It took about two hours for Owen's injuries to considerably subside.

"What happened to you?" I couldn't help but ask.

"I've dealt with it," Owen replied.

He wasn't going to tell me, so I decided to stop probing.

His blood-soaked clothes were no longer wearable. I took out a men's hoodie from my wardrobe and handed it to him.

He was disgusted. "Your fiancé's? Hell no!"

I rolled my eyes. Why would Owen gripe about a piece of clothing?

I explained, "Well, I just bought it as a gift. It's never been worn."

"I don't want it!" Owen then immediately transformed into his wolf form and left through...