But now he didn’t even recognize her. Right now, she was just a stranger to him. A stranger he had just saved from getting hit by a speeding car.
And she couldn’t just leave him bleeding on the street.
“I could help you clean up, if you don’t mind. I live just down the second street,” she spoke, surprising herself.
“Thank you. I would appreciate that. But first, I need to know your name.”
True, she hadn’t given him a name yet. “Pardon me, I’m Aza,” she replied.
This was stupid. So Stupid.
But it was already late. And she had just invited a wolf to her home. Literally.