A New Life

I turned to the healer. "I am healed enough right now; please make him stop bleeding."

Bastian glanced down at his chest, staying in his Lycan form, but I knew it was because he had been too injured to shift back. The trail of blood had run down his chest and covered the tops of his thighs, but he refused to let my hand go when the healer tried to gesture for him to sit in one of the beds.

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