BRITNEY’S POV
He carried me to a room, his strides purposeful and swift. He carefully laid me on the bed, his touch gentler than I expected.
I didn’t know what to say to him, my mind raced with uncertainty. Should I apologize? Explain? Remain silent?
I didn’t even know if I should say anything at all. His eyes flashed with anger and his jaw clenched.
As he towered over me, his gaze pierced through me as if searching for answers to the questions that filled his mind. I felt a shiver run through my spine under his intense scrutiny.
He walked to the telephone without saying anything and made a call.
“Call in Doctor El.” I heard him say over the phone.
I wondered why he was calling a doctor, we werewolves heal quickly, and I could already feel my wounds closing, which was a painful, slo
