ELARA
My head bobbed vigorously as I collapsed at the edge of the bed and massaged my neck, keeping my head down lest he read what was on my mind. "So, what's the plan then?"
"We keep him here. I will head back to the Pack and reassure everyone everything is fine. But I will need your help here."
"M-my help?"
"Yes, your help." He stooped and took my hands. His were warm and comforting. "I know you hate my brother for everything he did to you and trust me, I understand you. But he is my brother and after many years spent with him, I know beneath all this rocky exterior he is a kind and considerate man on the inside."
"Harold."
"You have to help him, please."
"But how?"
"You said you have been handling it."
"Only with the little knowledge I have of healing."
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