I want to struggle and run away, but he exudes that aura of kindness and warmth the Kerigore pack is known for.
So I give in.
He places his hands on my wounds, and at once, the pain subsides. I can feel my wounds closing, ever so slowly.
When every wolf gives us the privacy Elias demanded, he takes my side, but I shift, giving him ample space to be by his own.
As what I believe is fear settles into my heart.
"Abigail..."
"She tried to kill me... and, and..." I mean to talk about her tattoo, and my mother and brother, but then, I remember him.
"Why..." I pause, a result of the pain emanating from my yet-to-be-closed wounds. "You, you were there, on that day," I say. I don't know why I said it, but I just felt I had to.
He freezes, eyes sunken.
"So you were there." I wince. The wounds keep biting at me, despite this Kerigore wolf's best efforts.
Elias still says nothing. Now the look on his face is that of contemplation.
