During that night, Alastor carried Larissa all the way back to their cabin, immediately ripping her soaked and bloodied clothes apart and wiping her body clean with a wet cloth. Using his knowledge of injuries and how to treat them efficiently, he carefully cleaned and bandaged Larissa’s wounds.
It was a damn good thing that Larissa knew where to cut without hitting any vital veins, so aside from bruises here and there, she just needed to rest well to regain her strength back.
“You will be okay,” Alastor assured her, and to keep himself calm as well.
He was almost petrified that he was too late, he felt a tingle spreading through his bones, his veins and gathering in his heart like a storm. It grew into a buzz before it became a scream of desperation, internally praying non stop that
