"permit me to take a look at your wound, please Master" Daciana begged staring innocently at his shoulder.
When a cut is this deep, it might be from poison. Her first master was a healer especially for those that were poisoned or those that poisoned weapons were used on them, that makes Daciana familiar with it.
Those periods, she usually find herself with a few other slaves then in the woods and mountains to get herbs and everything necessary to heal a hurting wolf from a deadly poison.
Alpha Connor stared at his slave with a jaw drop. He couldn't understand why she is concerned about him.
Isn't she supposed to hate him just the same way? For some odd reasons, Alpha Connor allowed her to touch him, he didn't utter a single word as his gaze was fixated on the small female strugglin
