Raz fusses over me the rest of the way to the hill.
“Show me.” He lightly commands, grabbing the hand I used on Carmen, his breath fans against the open wound as he inspects it and his hold is alarmingly tender. “It’s not too bad. You’re already healing.”
“I would be embarrassed if I wasn’t.” Werewolves heal faster depending on who inflicted their wounds. The more powerful the wolf, the harder it is to heal. “She’s nothing.”
“You told me.” He grins without dropping my hand. It’s only us and his men were far away enough not to see us. “And you were right. She is nothing.”
I quirked an eyebrow as I smirked up at him. “When was I ever wrong?”
“Never.” Raz easily responds. He lets go of my hand finally and uses the same hand to point forward. “He’s just over there. My men have already s
