Bianca
“I’m fine, really.”
I pursed my lips and ignored Isaac’s protests as I dipped the cloth into the bowl of water. His wounds would heal fairly quickly thanks to the advanced healing that one’s wolf provided—a luxury I didn’t have right now with my wolf in stasis and a baby in my belly, not that I had any injuries to speak of thanks to Isaac’s protection—but the wounds were still pretty gnarly.
“Quiet,” I chided gently. I dabbed at the cuts on his face, feeling a pang shoot through me with each wince he displayed.
Bjorn really had done a number on Isaac. Thankfully, he hadn’t actually broken his nose. But he was bruised up pretty good, and there was one nasty cut on his eyebrow that would take longer to heal than the others, maybe even leave a tiny scar where the hair w
