Ophelia took a shaky breath as her eyes roamed over the intensity of his wounds.
These were deep gashes which were sure to take a few days to heal, even for an Alpha.
“Good lord.” She whispered under her breath as she dipped the towel in lukewarm water before she raised it towards his torso and began to clean the wounds, removing the excess blood and dirt from all around it.
She could see his claws threatening to extend from his fingers as he gripped the handles of the chair he was sitting on.
She did not dare look up at him, worried that he might think that she was mocking him for his weakness, even though she was helping him.
A hiss escaped his lips when the already bloodied rag touched the skin around the wound on his arm as his muscles twitched under her touch.
“Careful, darl
