Arabella's POVI blinked up at him.Did I understand it right? Did he want me to be the Head Healer? Me? My fingers, which had been absent mindedly playing with the fabric of his sleeve, stilled. A slow, disbelieving laugh escaped me. "Ash," I said, voice low, "are you serious right now?" His jaw tightened, that familiar stubborn set to it. "Dead serious." I pulled back, just enough to search his face. His eyes were dark, intense…like he was already bracing for a fight. And hell, he should be. He should know that was not a right thing to do… playing with someone's mind. "You know what you are saying, right?" I pressed. "The Head Healer has always been from the Witch Clan. Always been someone with pure Healer blood. And I…" I gestured at myself, scoffing. "I am a goddamn mutt, Ash. A weird ass wolf at that.May be a drop of witch blood I am not even sure what kind of a bastard I am….a whole lot of nobody may be. Your pack won't accept this. Your mother sure as hell won't." Hi
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