Lucky’s POV, 2 months after the portals closed:
“How is your shoulder?” Seb asks as he joins me outside the cave we have sheltered in the last two months or so. I hear the endless crying starting up again from inside the cave and Captain Black and Ellis murmuring with gentle voices between the hulks.
“Okay, I guess. Ellis thinks I might have trouble with it for the rest of my life,” I respond while my eyes dart to the cave behind Seb.
“You might be lycan, but you can’t heal everything,” Seb says with a jokingly light voice, pretending to be Ellis. Imitating voices is not something he should quit his day job for.
I smile back at him, then we shrug in unison. It’s hard to keep a light tone. My shoulder might have healed better if a real doctor had seen to it, and it hadn’t become infecte
