Dylan's POV
I lay in my bed, my body still weak from the arrow wound, it's been more than two days that I get back on my feet. The doctor had been coming to see me every day, and I could see the impressed look that formed in his eyes.
“Alan, do I still need to be here?” I prod, looking at him as he missed some concoction. “I don't think I can spend any more time lying down all day and doing nothing.”
"Not yet, Alpha. You'd still need more rest," he answered, shaking his head. "The amount of wolfsbane and other chemicals in that arrow should have killed you. But your wolf is strong, stronger than any I've ever seen."
I nodded, trying to process what he was saying. I had always known that my wolf was powerful, but I had never realized just how powerful. But despite all that, the doctor's
