C35 Purist Form
Once in my room, the physician comes in to check on my wounds. All are minor ones, something that will heal easily, especially when I am a werewolf. My arms are also better than I expected them to be.
“Why do you always save me, Kaiya? Even now,” he asks, caressing my face. He might have felt the danger earlier when Brandon rushed toward him. “You even saved General Brandon
