Flora’s P.O.V

Clay growled deep in his throat and tore away from me.

At first I thought it was because I had Andre’s scent on me, but when he kept looking at my arm, I frowned and looked down to find blood.

“What-?”

When did I- but then I remembered that when I had pushed Andre off of me, he had accidentally scratched me with his claw. The bleeding had stopped and only a dark red line of dried blood remained that too would heal by morning. But Clay was probably angry I got hurt by him.

“It’s alright,” I told him, cautiously taking a step in his direction. “It’ll...