EDGE
I was having the wound in my shoulder cleaned out when Blade burst in, his face frantic.
“Edge! What happened? Are you okay?”
“Hey, hey,” I whispered, stroking his face with my one good hand. “I’m okay, they missed everything important. It just needs cleaning because the bullets were silver that was laced with wolfsbane, and whilst it might not be lethal to me, it isn’t a walk in the park either. I’d rather not have my skin heal over wolfsbane, reopening bullet wounds is awful, even with my healing.”
He sat next to me, taking my good hand, watching the doctor clean the wound.
“I was just trying to call you,” his voice was low as he spoke. “Someone left a note, a death threat for you, at the pack house.”
“Our Alpha also threatened the pack elders on your behalf, Edge,” Bite laug
