Chapter 82. Stories of the Past Him

It took them a day to get to the wounded moon pack… and throughout it, Zayd didn’t wake up. They’d patched his wounds and taken what Dantae said was the fastest route back… and now they were at the pack doctor, waiting for what he had to say about Zayd’s condition.

Quinn was pacing back and forth in the hall; nervous and anxious. She was glad he won, and yet sad about the many injuries he’d sustained. But when she thought about it, he could’ve been dead, and that was way scarier.

“Sit down, Quinn… you’re making it worse for us by doing that.”

Quinn turned to Frederick. “What am I… doing?”

“You’re eating yourself.”

“What?” Quinn gave him a weird look, and he pointed towards the finger she had in her mouth. “You keep picking at your nails.”

“Ohhh…” Quinn dropped her hand, and took a seat between him and Dantae on the bench in the hall. “Sorry.”

“He’ll be fine, you don’t have to worry. Zayd has survived way worse than this. Sometimes I wonder w