Dire Needs

It never came, but I heard the brawl and pounce of fists, the groan of pain, and even a wince. The scratch against the ground indicated a struggle.

Raising my left eyelash a little, I was awed at the sight before me, my mouth dropping open—what exactly was happening here?

Before me, the boar struggled on the floor with Tristan on it, hands tearing the poor animal's mouth open while it screeched in pain.

I'd heard its jaw crack and the life in its eyes fade out, and I knew it was dead because only one of its back legs was kicking faintly.

Tristan, all bloody, stood on his feet, chest all bare, with his loins covered by a—. "Is that my veil?"

He raised a brow at me, then bent to the boar, looking more like a barbarian than an alpha now with the dirt on his face and chest.

"I borrowed it for the meantime; if you want, I can pull it off right now." His hand went to untie the rope.

I shook my head, "You know what? You can keep it." My eyes went down to his stomach, but surprisingly, it was