Ethan’s POV
When the silver sword dropped from her hands, I felt a sharp pain, but not just from the cut. I could sense every trace of poison. It burned through my skin, but I didn’t heal right away. I let it stay. I wanted to see how far Elena would go. The pain I felt wasn’t really from the sword. It was from the person that did it.
“I’m so sorry... I wasn’t thinking,” she said, panicking. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I was just angry, furious.” She rushed through her words, unable to stop herself. I saw the fear in her eyes as she looked at me. My face was getting pale. She didn’t know I was holding my healing on purpose. Unlike other wolves, a silver sword doesn’t slow me down. My brother and I, we’re different. I heal almost instantly. But I wanted her to see this. I wanted her to fe
