“Do you feel any different?”
Grady had one hand on my forehead, and the other one on my wrist. We sat at the little table in her kitchen, and Reid stood nearby, leaning against the wall as he watched our interaction.
“No,” I answered honestly, “I don’t.”
“That’s a very good sign. I’m not detecting anything different either. No red flags. Nothing has changed.” She paused and smiled. “Your Wolf is very happy.”
“I know,” I said, with a laugh. My Wolf was happier than she’d ever been, and she made sure I knew it.
Grady took her hands off me. “This is so interesting…you’re perfectly fine after sustaining his bite, his Wolf is still with him after he got a taste of blood…Reid, how did you keep yourself from drinking from her?”
He gave Grady a look. “I knew the difference. I wasn’t biting
