Chapter 42. My Strength

Harlyn

I can't help but smile at Wayne's presence. He lightened up all the darkness as soon as I saw him. I've missed him too much, and I can see he missed me. I just don't understand why he showed up when I'm leaving tomorrow.

"You haven't explained your wounds, my love." Wayne's words have me nodding.

"It is sorted now," I say, knowing that Wayne will cause a fuss.

"How can you say that?" he asks, looking around the room. "Your training didn't help, did it?"

"Wayne, I knew my training wouldn't help against anyone with a wolf. I can fight and block, but my strength is nothing compared to werewolves." I honestly thought he had realised that. I would do great if it were someone without a wolf. I hit hard for a wolfless girl, but nothing compared to a wolf.

"So, who attacked you?" Wayne asks again.

"The Princess," Thorin states, g