Alina’s POV
We do our best to clean up the broken glass before leaving. Wren scribbles a note to his mom about having walked into the door like a dumbass, that he's driving himself to go get stitches, and not to worry.
"Speaking of stitches," he says, scanning my wounds again. "You said that was going to heal."
I glance down at the cuts on my body, which have stopped actively bleeding, but still look a little gnarly. "Well, yeah. In a few days."
He looks frustrated by that. "I thought you meant you had supernatural healing. Those might need stitches, Alina."
Until my wolf awakens, I won't heal quite as quickly or efficiently as the full-blown wolves in my pack. But still, "I have a little supernatural healing. And good blood. Don't worry about me, Wren—really. Let's go."
He reluctant
