Our pack doctor looked like he was having a hemorrhage as he checked up on a hardly recognizable Will.
After the fight, when Titus was calm enough, Michael and I went home and took Will to the pack infirmary. On the ride back to the territory Michael and I were trying to hold in our laughter. No more was the tension as we shared a grin.
Will wasn't healing and the amount of blood pouring out of his system wasn’t doing him any good. Both of his eye had darkened, his lips didn't look like lips anymore, and his forehead looked like a spear went through it.
My father was pressing his lips so tightly that you could tell he was trying to surpass a smile at the sight of a beat up Will. I think everyone was pleased to see him lumpy and purple from the fight. After all, when we
