Episode 59

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MIKAEL'S POV

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Amongst my audience, Gwendolyn wears terror most finely at my actions, a phenomenon I find strange since she’s been exposed to my dealings far earlier than Serenge, as a lasting member of the pack. Well, it doesn’t matter what she thinks or feels. I flick my attention from her round eyes and horrified cast.

“To reiterate, Crestengalt, since your eardrums have been occluded with liquid,” I beam at him with all graciousness, enjoying how his hands curve around his neck, trying to curb the bleeding and keep the red fluid from spilling to the white, tiled floor. “You will call my wife, Luna. Next, you shall return the pack and treat yourself if your healing mechanism is that limp and has not put you out of pain by your arrival.” My grin broadens, aware that I scored well enough that an average wolf cannot heal all that injury in an hour.

“I have eased your burden,” I add, gauging his mellowed response. “You need not protect my wife no more. Concentrate on staying a