Stolen by the Alpha
The wound underneath is ugly—ragged, half-healed, puckered with the start of infection.
She cleans it without comment, hands steady and surprisingly gentle. For a long time, the only sound is the pop and hiss of the fire.
Lyla finally breaks the silence. “You’re not like the other healers.”
Cassie smiles, not looking up. “You mean because I’m six years younger than you and twice as sexy? And you’re not like the other Blackwoods.”
Lyla’s nostrils flare, but she says nothing.
When Cassie finishes, she presses Lyla’s hand with a kind of lingering, unspoken respect. “You’ll have full function back by the next moon. Just don’t pick any more fights with alphas twice your weight.”
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