Chapter 77. Time to Get to Work

Ainslee

I crawl on the bed next to Rafe and he falls asleep stroking my fur. It seems to comfort him. I like snuggling him as a wolf. It feels right.

Of course, having my wolf on the surface makes it a little difficult for the medical staff to do their jobs. Every time someone approaches that I don’t recognize, and even some I do, I lift my head and growl.

“Could you knock that off?” Jerim grumbles after a while.

At this, I bare my teeth.

“All right, perhaps not,” Jerim says, holding up his hands in surrender. I’ve never heard him be disagreeable before, but he’s been under a lot of pressure–as we all have been.

Mollified, I cuddle back into Rafe, laying my muzzle on his healed shoulder. Now that the silver chains are gone, and he’s getting blood regularly, he’s healing quite fast. The most disturbing wound I’d seen was the one running from the apex of his ribs to his groin. It is a nasty, deep wound, and it’s taking the longest t