Bertha’s POV
My mom always says that lifes a series of choices we learn to live with. Tonight, watching Ethan recive the bite from Alpha Friedrich, shutting his eyes tight and wincing, I think she might be right.
I give a gentle ahem. “You can open your eyes now, Ethan. It’s done.”
Ethan blinks, looking down at his bleeding arm, clearly a little supprised. “It didn’t hurt so much.”
Friedrich’s gaze sweeps the perimeter. “You might want to drop down your sleeve. Healing could take a while for now.”
Ethan nervously tugs down his sleeve, glancing between us like he’s waiting for some magical transformation to happen immediatly. I cross my arms, watching him with a smirk.
“So. How do you feel?” I asks.
He shrugs, still staring at his arm like it is something foreign. “Uh… normal, I gues
