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Chapter Twenty Eight
POV Change Evanne Anita’s victory was short-lived, as she immediately began issuing and ordering warriors for the next part of the plan. I was not privy to this plan. So I continued trying to heal the warriors brought to me, it was a nasty job, and there was nothing I could really do for it. We had no antiseptic, or herbs. Just towels and warm water. I tried to remember the words from when I helped Tristan, but I just couldn’t. Because of our werewolf healing, it wasn’t a huge deal. Most bites, scratch marks, and bruises could be healed quickly, just not quick enough. It takes some hours and hours to heal, leaving them bleeding quite a lot. The best I could do was bandage them up, and hope for the best. “Evanne.” Anita’s rough voice yelled at me. I walked up to her, noticing another
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