Seraphina,
“The wound isn’t deep. It will heal soon. Please apply the ointment on the wounds twice,” the Pack’s healer said as she carefully patched up the wound, her hands steady while she secured the bandage over my forehead. She then gently applied the healing ointment across the injured skin.
“Will it leave a scar?” Irene, my personal maid, asked with a worried expression, leaning slightly forward as if she could inspect the damage herself.
“No. The injury is minor. Lady Seraphina’s wolf is strong. It will heal faster than normal. So don’t worry about it,” the healer replied calmly, as if the matter was already beneath concern.
I clenched my jaw so tightly that it ached. This was the first time someone had dared to treat me like this. A stranger’s hand. A stranger’s attack. I shoul
