Heal ( Past)

"Hold still, Tristen. This wound needs cleaning and stitching.I thought you were an Alpha, why are you whimperimg like a child? "

Ryan roared, trying to hold Tristen down at the inn while the healer cauterized the first wound at his abdomen.

Tristen winced as the healer tended to the wound.

Ryan sat across on his chest, levitating while eyeing him suspiciously.

"So, Tristen, care to tell us how you managed to escape while the rest of your men fell to the Grey wolf hounds?"

Tristen pulled his hand away from the healer's grip and eyed Ryan with counter suspicion.

" Does my vulnerability give you the perfect opportunity to question me like this?"

He snapped at Ryan.

" Don't try to ignore me by giving this conversation another angle Tristen! " Ryan pinned him with his eyes.

Tristen stood up, pushing the healer aside and held Ryan's collar differently.

"What's your problem, Tristen? Why do you always have to pick a fight?

Tristen winced in pain as he fell back,

"You.My problem is you,