Jesse must have heard me because she stuck her head out of her bedroom and then rushed over. “Can I help?”<br /><br />I looked down to see what caused the consternation in her face. It wasn’t my nakedness. She’d grown up with werewolves, and shapeshifters can’t afford too much modesty. [...]<br /><br />No, it wasn’t my nakedness; it was the blood. I was covered with it.<br /><br />Appalled, I looked behind me at the carpet that was stained with my blood all the way up the stairs. “Darn it,” I said. “That’s going to be expensive to clean.