91. Norman
“According to supernatural records, the white wolf is rare. Her presence can heal what no other creature can and…" she hesitated and I looked at her commanding her to continue.
"...she can lift the curse the witch placed on you.”
I let out a dry laugh and pushed open the door. Why would I believe that? I was almost at the end of my life anyway.
Inside, the room was warm, quiet.
I laid Raven on the bed gently, brushing her damp hair away from her face. Her breathing was still soft, still steady.
"Call Lira to attend to her," I ordered the maid who had followed us up.
"Yes, Alpha," she replied and hurried out.
I stood there for a moment, staring at Raven as she slept. Her face was peaceful, but I could still see traces of pain, the bruises on her arms, the blood drying alo
