Xander
“I swear by the moon, your only intention is to kill me,” I growled, my tone dripping with irritation.
I gritted my teeth as Daviva, the fierce and unrelenting healer pressed a warm poultice onto my shoulders. “You want to finish what the rogues started right?”
“No, I dare not do that my Alpha, it's the effect of the herbs, nothing more.”
“When would all these be over?”
“In a few days and you will be completely healed.”
Daviva, my personal healer, stood by my bed side, performing the healing rituals on him. The scent of burnt herbs filled the air as she danced to chants, applying the herbs on my wounds.
Moments later, she tied off the final stitch and stepped back, wiping her hands on a red pieve of cloth. “That would be all for today my Alpha. Like I said, the poison is almo
