CHASE POV:
"Dammit," I cursed under my breath, practically shoving the little wolf toward Damon.
But Damon, being the frustrating pain he always was, refused. "No way," he said, holding up his hands like I was handing him a ticking time bomb. "You take him. At least you can defend yourself—you're her mate."
"She won't let me touch her ever again after this!" I snapped back. The thought alone sent a shiver through me. Leila's version of punishment was legendary, and the cold shoulder was the worst of all. "Take him and hide him. Maybe he'll change back after a while. I'll stall her."
Before Damon could argue, I shoved the tiny pup into his arms. Ash gave an innocent little yap, wagging his tail, completely unaware of the trouble he'd caused. Damon looked like he wanted to strangle me, but he clutched the little wolf anyway.
"You owe me," he hissed before vanishing out the window in a blur of vampiric speed.