Mish's POV
It's only after my bags have moved at least five times that I relent to taking the bedroom, although I do admit to being glad of the privacy.
I take off my jumper carefully, unused to wearing one and disliking the heavy material.
My warrior's marks remain red raw on my inner arm and after two days you would think wolf healing would have taken over by now.
I wince as the forming scars rub against my t-shirt.
"Fu*k this" I groan, ripping open the door and drawing each of the wolves' attentions.
"When exactly are these things meant to heal and why do I need to hide them?" I say, already annoyed after only two days of jackets and jumpers.
Lucky its winter.
Kyan moves first, gently grabbing my arm before turning it over and inspecting it.
"It's healing" is all he remarks,
