“Are you sure he is fine?” I asked our pack’s doctor, who just finished checking on Tristan in our bedroom. After we left the hospital where he was sent after the attack, we returned home and he refused to be admitted to the pack’s hospital.
“Yes, Luna” and he starts to put back in his bag all that medical stuff he brought with him. “You have nothing to stress about. He is perfectly fine. And now after three days since he ingested the wolfsbane there is no more danger for him.”
And before he could add more Tristan motions him to leave our bedroom.
“He was just doing his job” I told him and hugged him.
“Well he did it, and now there is no need to see him” Tristan tells me and lifts me in his arms , and places me in his lap while he takes a seat on the sofa from our room.
He pecks my li
