Chapter 107
Andrew's POV
I had returned to the pack, and I sat as the healer checked my wounds. The bandages were peeled away, revealing angry red scars still streaked with dried blood. They were closing up—but not because of my werewolf powers.
The door creaked open as the healer rubbed the wounded areas with an ointment. I had turned to look, expecting it to be Vera, but it wasn't.
Rick entered, walking towards my bed, his face a bit disgusted by the smell of whatever the healer was applying to my abs.
“This should do it." The healer said, without looking at me, she turned away and reached for her sack on the table. “Your wounds will be gone before the moon festival, but the scars will remain,” she said, putting back her belongings into her sack.
“Why didn't my werewolf power heal
