LUCIAN’S STUDY
Lucian sat in his large leather chair, his face stoic, though his chest burned with pain. He inhaled deeply, ignoring the sting radiating from the wound that ran diagonally across his torso. The healer hovered nearby, her eyes filled with concern as she examined the jagged wound that refused to close, even with the strongest salves and healing potions she had made.
She gently pressed the edges of the wound, frowning as it oozed faintly. “Alpha,” she said softly, stepping back and bowing her head in deference. “I will prepare more potions... but you need to consider what I told you earlier.”
Lucian’s eyes darkened. “You mean the part where you suggested I ‘find peace’ for my wolf.” His tone was sharp, but not cruel. He was tired of hearing the same advice.
The healer nodd
