"Did he do this?" Riana asks, and though I'm not looking at her, I can feel her tense. Her voice drops quieter. "Oh my God, did I just insult the Alpha?"
I quickly shake my head, voice small. "It's not the Alpha."
She exhales, her breath brushing my back.
“So... how did you end up here?” Riana asks curiously as she begins to treat my wounds.
"Sold," I murmur. "By my father."
I don't mention the marriage.
"Figured," she mutters. "Men around here treat people like coins and property. Don't wolves have the ability to heal? Are you human like me?"
"I don't have a wolf."
"Huh? Why?"
"Long story"
This is my first time seeing a human either. No wonder her energy is weak. How did she even get here?
I count in my head, enduring the stings as she works. She presses a particular cut drawin
