Aquasteine's pov
Oh fuck!" I yell at Alexis as he places the wood salve on the open wound on my bare chest. "If you weren't acting like a horny bastard you wouldn't be here" he said, moving to take something else out of the small white first aid box.
"Fuck you," I yelled at him, the stinging sensation assaulting me fiercely like the sting of a hundred bees, the wood mixture burned badly because it was a solution made up of wood shavings soaked in alcohol and fermented for days on end.
"Guess who didn't get fucked but got fucked," further pissing me off by raising his bushy eyebrows at me.
"Let me go check on Ravine," I say to Alexis and he turns back to look at me, his brows furrowed for reasons I didn't know.
"You're in this condition and the only thing you can think about is her? You do realize she's our mate too right? And we love her just as much as you do," he went on.
