Nikolai
I had been shot with an arrow at the forest where I had been trying to clear my head. It was poisoned and it took great strength for my Lycan to make it back to the pack house.
My Lycan had instructed me to call her to come help us, to clean the wounds but adamantly, I had refused, insisting that we needed a healer.
Only the goddess knew how she knew I needed her but she came just at the right time, my Lycan was furious that she called the healer, he almost ripped her to pieces out of rage and she was lucky to head out fast.
I grabbed her hand and returned to pick up the ointment she had dropped. I pulled her into my arms.
My eyes were tightly shut but I knew she was staring at me with her beautiful hazel eyes. My Lycan loved it.
He loved how she was taking in our features an
