Damien's POV.
The awkward motion of her left leg and pop that followed told me everything I should know. Arielle hurt her leg really badly.
"My leg!" She cried out and clutched her left ankle. Her foot was sticking out awkwardly from the remaining limb.
I came to her aide and knelt beside her to examine the extent of her injury, but she surprisingly found strength to push me away.
Her face turned red, expressing the extent of her agony. "Don't touch me!" She screamed.
A frown settled on my face and I glared at her. "What are you doing? Arielle you are hurt!" I tried to touch her leg once again but she pushed me away.
"Leave me— Fuck!" She took deep breaths as she began to sweat profusely.
At this point, I also became irritated. My wolf was hurting because of her pain and she expected me to just let her be. Hell no!
