"Fine. I'll help you look, but there's nothing special about your body to look at anyway," I hurriedly said, tearing away my gaze to focus on the clear lake water.
At least the blood had diluted enough that the lake returned to its naturally pristine state. If not for the fallen trees and the faint traces of blood on the ground, no one would know a battle had occurred.
I missed the expression of faint hurt on Iris's face, but it was harder to ignore the disgruntled expression Atlas was giving me inside my head.
"I mean, you should get used to it," I muttered. "Werewolves are always used to nudity. A body is just a body, and your body is… normal."
It didn't feel normal to me. Her body felt like a siren leading sailors to their deaths, but she didn't need to know that.
"Thanks," she said, sounding surprised, which made me feel like shit.
