you want me to walk her like she's your dog?

It seemed the journey back to the healers den took no time at all, showing how much effort for very little gain she had gone through. But wasn’t that just the story of her life? She gritted her teeth, fighting back the pain as Wilder took her through the door and back to her bed. Perhaps it was a good thing he didn’t have anything to say for the walk, she wasn’t sure she would have had the strength for any biting or sassy words to give back to him.

Despite her pain, at his words she barked a quick, genuinely amused laugh that she instantly regretted when it pulled at her tender muscles. “Honey, what makes you think you're a real man?” she teased him right back. She had a lot of sass for a wolf crouched in a bed, in too much pain to get out of it.

I like to take my time… she raised a brow at him, that had sounded an awful lot like an invitation. “I’ve got nothing but time.” She said blandly as he stepped away to raid Oleander’s supplies. “Does he have any alcohol?” She’d never had a drink in her life, but she wasn’t about to admit that outloud.


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