DANIEL’S POIN OF VIEW
Dana's eyes widened as she took in the sight of my bare chest, her gaze shifting to my arm where the once fresh bite mark had vanished, leaving behind only a faint scar. Surprise and curiosity danced in her eyes, and I could sense her eagerness to understand what had transpired.
"What... what happened to your arm, Daniel?" she asked, her voice laced with astonishment.
"The bite... it's gone. How is that even possible?"
I hesitated, torn between honesty and the need to protect both Katerina and the fragile peace within our pack.
"I don't know, Dana," I replied, my voice tinged with uncertainty. "One day, while I was still held captive, I woke up and the wound had healed. It was as if some unknown force intervened."
Dana's brow furrowed, skepticism etched acros
