It takes every ounce of Pluto’s strength not to shake while he stitches his mate’s chest. Their kind were fast healers naturally, but such deep slashes wouldn’t be gone within the week. It’d be magic if there wasn’t severe scarring. Crystal dabs her daughter’s head softly with a wet flannel. The floor around them surrounding with more bloody rags. Pluto had done an excellent job on the stitching and had stopped the bleeding on the side of her forehead. Handing a new segment of cloth to Lyric, he instructs the terrified she wolves to care for their friend and daughter. James’ pacing has begun to annoy Pluto.
He’d been as useful as a chocolate tea pot. Tobias had initially ordered his son to go stay with his sister, but he wouldn’t listen. Tobias had bigger things to worry over, rather than
