Chapter Sixty. Davina.
I honestly cannot believe my eyes. No sooner do we get back to the lodge, and Max is running over to the park, wanting to play. You would seriously never know that he could have died, or had brain damage last night. I know you read about werewolf healing, but to physically see it in action is quite amazing. However, being his mother, and an eternal worrier, I am hovering over him as he climbs up the rope climbing frame, reaching the top and shouting about being the king of the castle.
Mars has gone for a fun. He wanted both Max and I to go with him, but honestly, as much as I love Ares, I really was too tired to sit on his back whilst he runs as fast as he can, plus I didn’t want to risk Max falling off him. Yeah, I know, that wouldn’t happen, but still, I had a
