Chapter 112: Dead Enough?

112.

"Is she dead enough?" I asked, shifting into my human form. My mates stood around me, protecting my modesty while I struggled to put on my jeans and T-shirt.

If I thought it was impossible to get dressed while damp from a shower or a pool, getting dressed while covered in blood was all that much harder.

I wished that Caleb could have cleaned me a bit better with the wet wipes, but no matter what, I was going to need a long, hot shower to deal with the aftermath.

"I mean, she isn't dead dead? Clearly, she is still breathing, and her heart is still forcing blood out of her wounds, but does passed out still count as dead?" 

Did I know I was rambling? Of course, I did.

Was I going to replay this conversation over and over again in my head, wanting to find a hole in the ground to live in until the embarrassment went away? Also yes.