ZANE
“You shouldn't have done that,” I shouted at Dakota.
“Why would you have made her spar with Elora when I had told the maid to inform you that she was feeling a bit under the weather?” I glared at Dakota.
Dakota lowered her gaze, avoiding looking at me. “But sh-she told me she was fine,” she muttered.
“Right?!”
I let out an annoyed sigh, pacing the room to and forth.
Akira had been injured and I was trying all I could to control the angry storm inside of me.
The pack's doctor was tending to her face which Elora had used her claws to scratch.
I frowned, tapping my legs impatiently when the doctor appeared. I rushed over to him.
“How is she doing?” I asked curiously and he used the back of his hand to wipe the beads of sweat that formed on his face.
“She will be fine, but the injuries on her face would take time to heal unless her wolf can heal it up completely otherwise the scar would be left on her face,” he explained.
I clenched my jaw tightly, my teeth gnashing at what he said a
