Healing

WYATT

I stood in front of my mate, not wanting to force her to do anything but knowing I would if she didn’t do as I had asked.  I felt a surge of protectiveness towards her and my Lycan was warring with me.  He wanted me to pick her up and throw her over my shoulder, taking her back to the castle where she was safe.  I wouldn’t be able to handle it if anything happened to her.

She eyed me up and down before turning and lifting her sweater to pull it off and over her head.  I reached forward to help, knowing that she was in pain.  I kept my poker face, but my insides were screaming when I saw the wound.

It was purple and puffy.  I recognized a field stitch and I knew that Earl had probably stitched her up.  I leaned down and sniffed it, feeling relieved when I didn’t smell any infection.  She giggled.

“What’s so funny?” I asked mildly. 

“You’re sniffing me