Kael
By the time Drake got to his feet, the bleeding had stopped.
That was the only reason I let him stand at all.
The wound in his side still looked angry and raw where the silver had slowed the healing, but the torn edges had started pulling together enough to keep him from losing more blood. It wasn’t healing the way it should have.
A normal Lycan wound would’ve already been little more than an ugly memory by now, but the silver had turned his body sluggish, forcing the injury to repair itself inch by stubborn inch while Drake pretended the pain wasn’t chewing through him.
He pushed himself upright with one hand braced against a broken section of fence, and even though he managed it, I saw the way his jaw tightened before he could hide it. I saw the brief tremor in his arm, the sh
