Stephen's pov
"Get the ingredients? Again?"
"Well, yes. We need that for his recovery."
What? Recovery? So I wasn't dead? But wasn't Jojo dead too?
The other person groaned. "But why does it have to be me? You can fly over that humongous mountain and pluck the herbs you need. But me? I have to drag myself up there!"
"Well, you're a lycan, and your speed is remarkable. And being smaller, you can easily go unnoticed. It isn't safe for me to go there. You know this. Besides, you know I want to monitor my prince’s recovery."
My heart expanded. No one else called me prince except Jojo. He was always there for me when I needed him the most. Even when my mother died, he was the one who offered me the most support. And now he was trying his best to heal me as well. I wonder how he found m
