Chapter 125

Foden walked into the room, grinning from ear to ear. His facial expression said it all that he was most happy to have Dylan alive.

“Stop with that thing you are trying to do with your face. It’s gross,” Dylan muttered with a scoff.

Foden snorted. “I can’t believe this, after everything I did to ensure you get back up alive?”

Dylan laughed. “Give me some breathing space. I had just about enough rest while I was asleep. Being here with you stresses me out.”

“You had better return,” he joked.

“Sit, Foden,” Dylan said, his face looking serious. “How did I get healed? I looked through the wound, and it was almost like I didn’t get shot. I know it was filled with poison because my wolf fell out almost immediately.”

“I knew you had no idea. So, you decided to die a martyr without seeking for help.”

“You know it’s not what I expected, Foden!”

“It’s war! You are supposed to expect anything to happen. What if there had been more than those who