Amelia
I sat in the tub, my back against the wall of it, with Damien between my knees, his back to my chest, his head against my shoulder. His eyes were closed as I ran a wet cloth along his arms and chest, gently removing blood from his wounds as they began closing themselves. Wolf healing still fascinated me, but his was also aided by my tonics for healing. We didn’t speak and truly there was not much to say. Bailey was dead but there was no victory. Her witch friends had vanished and could come back, though it may take them awhile to recoup. The baby was never a real factor and that was something I still could not speak about. I had been scared by that idea initially but then I had become protective and even excited about our family. It was all gone now. It felt overwhelming and pointl
