Charlie's pov
Before we left for the mission, I did what Aisha had ordered, reluctantly. Not that I had a problem with healers, but something about being inspected like a piece of livestock irked me.
I knew she was doing it in our best interest but it was all new to us. I always smirk at the look on the warrior's face each time she starts prodding or even scolding them.
They wonder why such a tiny human was berating them but I knew they enjoyed the amount of attention they recieved from her.
Three of the best warriors were chosen to accompany me to Aisha's quarters so she could confirm we were fully healed and fit for combat. As always, her touch was firm, clinical, but my wolf stirred when she brushed her fingers across my forearm.
A small flex and a grin escaped me, it w
