(Almira’s POV)
“Alpha, do you feel nauseous or anything?" the healer asked.
We’re currently here at the infirmary of their pack mansion as the healer tries to figure out what happened to Lysander. His back bears a long scratch, but what catches everyone’s attention is the strange blue liquid that seems to mix with his blood.
It somehow reminds me of the blue mark on the werewolf victims. I’m starting to think that it was actually them we encountered last night.
The healer frowned and gently pressed on the wound.
Lysander shook his head. "No, I feel nothing,” he replied flatly. He barely flinched as the healer applied a cool salve over the scratch.
I watch silently in the corner of the room. Something about it feels off. I remember how we never separated in the woods. We were together
