I pushed his shirt up to reveal a tear in his side that looked like it had been made by a knife. When had he been cut?
“What happened?” I demanded, wincing as I placed my hands on the wound.
“I decided to spar,” he whispered, his eyes falling to half lidded. “And I started hurting... so bad. I flinched and Ken accidentally got me. I guess I’m still weak because my wolf healing isn’t working.”
Tears pricked my eyes from both the physical pain of healing him, and the guilt eating me up that I’m the cause. I shouldn’t have tried to hurt him. My wolf was oddly silent, but I could feel the pain radiating from her.
“I told you to sleep and rest,” my voice cracked as I pressed harder, like that would somehow help heal him faster.
“I was restless,” he said, though his eyes were starting to be
