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CHAPTER 25
Cedric’s POV “What happened to your hand, Cedric?” The guard asked in a panicked voice, as he caught a glimpse of my bloodied handkerchief. “Should I call for a healer?” “It’s nothing, It will heal on its own,” I stated in a nonchalant voice as I unwrapped the handkerchief. The wound had almost healed. Being a werewolf, I could heal very fast unless of course the weapons were laced with silver or wolfsbane. “B…But, that piece of glass,” he stuttered, pointing to the shard that was jutting out of my palm. My lips lifted in a dry smile as I changed the topic, “Are you here just to nag me about my wound or is there something else?” He lowered his head and stated in a slightly shaking voice, “Alpha Daniel has sent someone…. He is attending the feast too….” My eyes turned bloodshot
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