“I am really sorry. I always make you feel worried.”
Our eyes locked for minutes until I couldn’t help myself and kissed his lips so softly. There was serious damage to his body, and he had to stay for a week in the hospital.
“How bad is it?” I asked him in a whisper while peeling apples for him.
“Three ribs on the right, two on the left, a right collarbone, and then a left arm and a shattered hip,” he answered casually, as if those injuries were just a small thing to deal with. “Don’t worry. I heal twice as fast as a normal werewolf, Giselle. There is nothing too serious about it. I will be fine. The doctor just has to make sure that the bones will align well and regenerate properly.”
I didn’t know if he was just trying to brag about how strong he was or if he just didn't want me to
