A good night's sleep seemed too much to ask. Not only did Claude have to patch Len's shoulder, but he also cleaned the blood on the bathroom floor. When the sun rose, Claude realized he hadn't even slept a wink. He just closed his eyes and felt the sun on his face. He turned to the person beside him, and Len slept soundly like a baby in a rocker.
However, Claude didn't find trouble with this man anymore. He had already brought a lot of trouble to Len because of his lust-drunken attempt to mark a stronger Alpha. Look at what he had done to Len's shoulder! An inch of pad wouldn't even stop it from bleeding through.
"Why isn't it healing? Is it because Len's body is still weak?" Claude somewhat panicked. He slowly got out of bed and changed into whatever Len had in his closet.
