Vespera's POV
By sunrise, three warriors had resigned, two had requested transfers, and one had asked Damon whether my enormous white wolf planned to eat anyone who annoyed her.
I would have laughed if my ribs hadn't hurt.
Dr. Elowen Price stitched my side while Damon stood by the window, looking exhausted.
“You could reassure your people that I'm not going to eat them.” I suggested.
“Would that be a lie?” He asked.
“Keep talking, and I'll demonstrate.” I said.
“If you're finished threatening each other, I'd like my patient to stop moving.” Elowen said as she tied off the final stitch.
“I wasn't moving.” I protested.
“You were preparing to. I've treated you twice in twelve hours.” She said.
She packed her instruments and left, giving Damon a pointed look.
“Your wolf stopped bu
