Chapter 47 On the Lookout
GAEL’S POV
“How could you let this happen to your Alpha? Who the hell is in charge of looking after the damn garden?! Have the person thrown in the dungeons!” Gemma hollered at the guards.
She had gone bonkers this morning when she woke up to see the gash on my leg. Even though it didn't hurt much anymore, she insisted that the doctor come around to bandage it.
My thoughts have gone far beyond the walls of the pack house. The half-breed is excellent at what she does—considering the fact we werewolves have a hard time healing from steel wounds, more like silver. She helped the pain not to get to me like it would on a typical day. I slept soundly and only remembered last night's incident this morning. It's pretty impressive.
“Do it now!” Gemma yelled again,
