Jack's POV
(R18: Warning - Underage readers should kindly skip)
Kai led me away from the training ground, away from the guilt ridden face of my brother Cole and the stone-calm face of my dad...away from my mother's worried gaze and Lyra's leeching hands into the cool quiet of a small armory storeroom, not far away from the arena.
She sat me on a crate, her face pale but determined.
"I'm fine, sweetheart" I told her, trying to get her to stand still.
She didn't.
She found clean water and cloth, and she made her way back to me.
"Hold still," she murmured, dabbing
gently at the split skin on my chest.
Her touch was cool, practiced. Too practiced. For some reason, something told me that I wasn't going to like how she became so proficient in this particular skill.
"Where'd you learn to treat injuries like this?" I asked, watching her focus. The way her fingers didn't tremble. Even the most battle ready wolf almost always flinches a little bit when playing nurse to a loved one.
