Erika's Point of View
"What did you tell your name again?" I ask.
"Arles." He answers quietly.
"Like the lone wolf Arles? Wow, you picked your name right." I joke as he continues stirring the contents of the pan on the stove.
Hearing my joke, he half turned to me and I saw a smirk decorating his lips which took my breath away. How could someone be so beautiful?
"Do you have permission to live on our land?" I ask remembering the list. I don't remember coming across the name Arles in the list at all.
"No." He answers me quietly. I try to move again but wince when more pain shoots up my leg. I want to move so badly.
I see him turn off the stove and drain the contents of the pan into a small bowl before bringing it to me. He sets the bowl on the bedside table and helps me sit up before
