AN ALPHA'S OBSCURED VENGEANCE

5.

Due cleared her throat, pulled herself together, and whispered a bashful apology, she then entered the clinic with Lyall and merely introduced him to those who asked as her friend whilst she got her wound treated.

“mm?”

The middle-aged male in his hummed raising a questioning brow. Due was sitting on one of the beds with her shirt raised to expose the wound Lyall had stitched.

“Is there something wrong, Eric?” Due asked, taking note of the thoughtful look on his face.

Eric was the head doctor in one of the largest and best clinics there and treated only werewolves. He was more like an uncle to her since she tended to get hurt a lot during practice and needed medical attention most of the time. Eric had been taking care of her for as long as she could remember since she started training and visiting the clinic regularly.

Eric sat back up and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose when they almost fell.

“Nothing at all.” He answered with a smile, “I wonder… None of you have the proper skills to stitch wounds to this degree. It’s done perfectly.” He muttered with a thoughtful look.

From what he knew, none of those that Due went out with yesterday were capable of it.

“Ohh… about that. I had some help.” She answered. Due hadn’t known Lyall for more than 24 hours, and she didn’t know how he would react or if he wouldn’t mind her telling Eric, so she deemed it only appropriate to keep her nose out of his business.

Casting a side glance at the person in question, he lazily leaned against the wall at the entrance of the room she was receiving treatment with his hands in the pocket of his pants. He hadn’t said a word since they went in and he looked exactly as he did when they entered; uninterested.

Eric only nodded his head without asking further questions. Hadn’t lived and interacted with people for as long as he had, he knew when someone was unwilling to give any answer and he found no offense with that as he continued to clean and replace the bandage on her wound with a new one.

His only regret in not knowing who the person was, was that he wouldn’t have even the chance to ask them to work for him. With how reckless everyone was, they tended to make regular trips to the clinic and he could use another skillful hand around.

“Fortunately, it was treated quickly and with care.” He said with an appreciative nod when he finished changing the bandage.

“It should completely heal in three days leaving no scars.” He added with a smile, washing his hands when he was done.

It had to be known that, werewolves didn’t only enjoy the freedom and strength that came with them being able to shapeshift, they had a higher vitality than normal humans and were several times stronger than them too.

Although they inherited the possessive and territorial nature that came with their second form, they can also heal from wounds faster than humans.

The wound Due got from her fight was so deep that an average human might have bled to death if they were in her shoes and had not been treated early. Apart from that, it would have taken two to three weeks for it to heal and that was if they were also on medication whilst it would take only three days for Due to heal completely and that would also leave no scars. Just this alone showed how superior werewolves were to humans.

“Thanks.” Due smiled, pulling down her shirt. With that out of the way, she was much more eager to leave the clinic. She never liked the heavy scent of medicine and disinfectant that lingered in the air. Another reason was that she wanted to leave there before a certain someone entered and made her blood boil to the point of wanting to vomit blood. But to her dismay, Eric called her to a stop.

“Hold on a bit.”

Eric had his eyes stuck to his phone even as he said these words. After reading what was on it he sighed out loud and tapped his chin as he looked at Due with an almost pitying expression.

“You really do make that old man want to pull out his hair.” He gently laughed, “Your father wants you to ‘immediately’ go and see him. What did you do?” He chuckled, sitting by the edge of his desk. Sometimes, he didn’t feel as old as he was. And this was one of those times. Due could have sworn that Eric was a playboy if she didn’t know him better. He looked beyond temptation, as though beauty was etched into his every move. He was strangely elegant and graceful in his movement and had a sense of calmness that made one want to leave their problems to him. And maybe that was what made him an excellent healer.

“I did nothing.” Due answered with a huff. She knew that her father would come calling for her the moment he found out that she was back. Although it wasn’t the first time she spent some time outside the house, this time the condition she came in was not one he could look at in positive light.

“I wasn’t going to ask this, but do you mind telling me what happened?” Eric asked with a gentle smile clear in what he was talking about. It was almost as though she couldn’t help but answer his question.

She frowned but still answered most concisely without leading to more questions, “we met a few rogues.”

Slightly nodding his head, Eric didn’t as more than that, knowing very well that she was reluctant to tell more. He only told her to be careful the next time they went to the forest.