“You’re back!” Sierra exclaimed once she saw me walking into the kitchen.
“I’m back,” I responded with an unenthusiastic voice.
Sierra ran over to me to check my body. “I ran as fast as I could to get Alpha Lucian. Did he arrive on time?”
I knew she had disappeared to get help. “Yeah, he did. But not before that crazy b***h did this to me.”
I showed Sierra my wrists and she gasped out loud. “I’m so sorry. This is all my fault,” she said as she led me to sit down and brought out a first aid kit from one of the lower cabinets.
Why did everyone own a first aid kit in this place? Werewolves above Omega status hardly got wounded. And even if they did, they’d be up on their feet for about the next five minutes because of their ability to self-heal.
This was the case for regular wounds thou
