Wolfless Luna
As I gently put my fingers on it, it didn’t take much pressure to cause it to ooze ever so slightly, and he let out a displeased groan.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you,” I insisted, shaking my head. “You’ve let this go far too long.”
“Is it really that bad?” he queried, looking over his shoulder at me, his face so close his face had almost brushed mine, and my breath caught a little in my throat. His face before had seemed so cold, but this time his yes were soft, and appeared to be full of worry.
“I’ll need to clean it out and stitch it up,” I said as brushed off the flutter in my chest, and I hurried over to the cabinets, and upon opening some drawers, finding some Saint John’s wort, tee