Third Person’s POV


    Digby was mulling over Cedric’s earlier cry of pain.


    Seemed the agony had done some good for his vocal cords.


    Werewolves heal fast, but vocal cords take time. Intense’pain can kickstart the healing process by stimting nerves.


    Digby was pleased with Cedric’s shout.


    Galvin could set bones, but Digby wanted to do it himself.


    It was like a natural skill for him. He ran his fingers along Cedric’s leg bone, carefully bending it back into ce.


    Cedric was sweating and shaking, clutching Lance’s wrist so hard his nails drew blood.


    The pain was severe despite the pain–relief potion.


    He felt it all over his body.


    After resetting the bone, Digby applied medicine, fixed it with two wooden boards, and bandaged it.


    Cedric had to rest in bed until the bone healed.


    Digby’s ointment worked great. It was his own recipe, not avable elsewhere. So it could heal fast and speed up Cedric’s bone repair.


    He estimated Cedric would walk again in about ten days with thebined treatment.


    After bandaging, Cedric took more pain medicine, which also helped him sleep.


    When he woke up, the pain would be less.


    Outside, people waiting heard Cedric’s screams and felt anxious.


    Adide paced the hallway anxiously, her wolf growling restlessly, mirroring her worry for Cedric.


    The Thunder Wolf Pack’s Luna prayed with trembling hands, her worry releasing a bitter almond scent.


    That was the unique scent werewolves emitted when extremely worried.


    Finally, Lance came out.


    His wolf ears twitched, sensing the tension.


    Adide rushed in and saw Cedric in bed. Galvin <b>was </b>needling him to <b>ease </b>the pain.


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    Digby shushed them, saying Cedric needed to sleep and was a strong kid. Adide <b>was </b>pushed out again. and everyone stayed away to not disturb Cedric,


    If he couldn’t sleep, he’d just have to endure the pain.


    Adide noticed Lance’s bleeding hands from Cedric’s nails.


    “Is your hand okay? You’ve been through a lot,” she said worriedly.


    “It’s nothing,” Lance smiled, his scent carrying a calming pine aroma.


    “Cedric was amazing. He endured it without nerve blocks<b>, </b>so the blood flow to his leg wasn’t affected. He’s really healed.”


    Adide pressed her hand to her chest. “His scream scared me to death… Come with me, let me treat your hand.”


    Seeing the blood on his wrists and the back of his hands, she felt guilty and grateful.


    Mallory also said, “Alpha Lance, please go treat your wounds. Thank you so much.”


    His voice carried a hint of apology.


    Lance slightly shook his head. His wolf purred lowly, trying tofort himself and those around him.


    Before he finished speaking, Adide had already grabbed his other hand, insisting, “It must be treated. At least rinse it off.”


    Her long, calloused fingers, with silver–blue–tipped nails from frequent use of her wolf ws, gripped his wrist firmly.


    The warmth from her fingertips and palm seeped through his thin skin.


    Lance’s heart raced as his wolf growled in the back of his mind, “This is the scent of a true mate!”


    He instantly swallowed his rejection, recing it with a low, “Alright, let’s clean it up so it doesn’t look so bloody and rming.”


    The injuries weren’t severe–just scratches from nails.


    Cedric had raked his ws several times, leaving bleeding marks that appeared more daunting than they


    <b>were</b><b>. </b>


    Lance’s wolf panted excitedly in his consciousness<b>, </b>celebrating the contact with his mate.


    This momentarily distracted Lance, his gaze involuntarily drifting to Adide’s focused profile.


    Adide led him to an adjacent room, instructed Jasmine to fetch some ointment and clean water, and asked Beata to request bandages from Galvin.


    Her voice carried an undeniable aura, yet beneath ity a barely perceptible tenderness.


    Once everything was ready, Adide gently washed away the blood with a cloth.


    Her touch was <b>as </b>delicate <b>as </b><b>if </b>she were polishing a fragile moonstone, her fingers trembling ever so slightly but not affecting the meticulousness of her cleaning.


    She gently applied the ointment and wrapped twoyers of gauze around his hand, from wrist to the back, avoiding the thumb’s crotch<b>, </b>and finished with a secure knot.


    When the gauze touched his skin, Lance’s wolf growled again in his mind–a low, almost chuckled sound.


    Treating such wounds was second nature to Adide. She had plenty of experience tending to her own injuries in the Shadow Peaks.


    Lance watched her skilled yet quick movements. As she lowered her head, he noticed her thickshes fluttering like petals in a breeze.