Ten days later.
I gently squeezed his hand, watching his bandaged chest raise up and go down slowly as he slept.
It has been ten days since I rescued him, nine days since I arrived at the Red Moon Pack with an unconscious Arthur, and then ten days waiting for him to regain consciousness.
The pack members were more than shocked when I arrived at their borders with their Alpha, who was barely alive.
They were more than ready to kill me if their chief warrior had not interjected.
Next thing, they were about to chain me and lock me up, refusing to believe a single word of the story I was telling them.
For how could their Alpha, knowing how strong he was, get captured and tortured by a witch, and I, a female, was the one to save him?
They wanted to believe that I was a witch too,
