I was angry and irritable. I could not help it. I was not a stranger to treating wounds. My father was an Alpha and had fought many wars after all. It was just that the sight of Kane's injury made me remember all the hours I had spent worrying about him. I suppose I was just hysterical with relief.
While he was gone, I had imagined several ways by which he could have been injured- or worse- killed. Seeing and touching him now caused me to feel an odd mix of emotions. I was weak with relief and yet angry with Kane at the same time for being reckless and throwing his life away.
With the damp towel, I dabbed at that wound. Kane winced. Now that I had removed the covering of blood and dirt from the wound, it looked both better and worse. Better because it was now clean. Worse because the c
