Natalia
“Those are deep,” the healer said with a sigh as she finished examining my wounds. “You’ll need stitches.”
I bit down on my lip as the healer began cleaning the wounds. The alcohol burned worse than the initial injury, and I grabbed Damon’s hand without thinking. He squeezed back, lacing his fingers through mine, his other hand coming up to brush my hair back from my sweaty forehead.
“We should have been more careful,” Damon muttered as he watched the healer work. “I should have sensed that wolf coming, but I was too busy fighting—”
“It wasn’t your fault,” I cut him off through gritted teeth as the needle pierced my skin. “None of us expected a feral wolf in the middle of a hunt.”
By the time my wound was cleaned and stitched, word had clearly spread. As Damon helped me limp o
