Amelia’s POV
“Dear Gods,” Eve gasped.
Dr. Wyatt reached for her medical bag.
I moved quicker. Sliding off the bed, I rushed toward Damien. Using my medical knowledge, I checked him over looking for where the blood was coming from. Most of it was dried.
“Hey, hey,” he said. He caught me by the elbows, stopping my obsessive, panicked searching. Dipping his head, he forced me to look at him. “I’m okay, beautiful. None of this blood is mine. Well.” He tilted his head. “Most of it isn’t mine. What is are from wounds that already healed.”
I remembered now what Jake said. There weren’t much use for healers after werewolf battles. The wolves either lived or died, without much in between.
For a long while, I couldn’t speak. I just kept looking at him.
“She’s in shock,” Eve said. More hands
