Elena’s POV
King Harvey carries me back to his private training room in silence. Any werewolf that looks our way automatically looks down when he meets their gaze.
“I will wrap your ankle, Elena.” King Harvey says as he rushes off the running track.
In a flash, we are in his private training room. He sits me on a soft red chair and instructs I lift my swollen ankle. Painfully, I do so and watch as he pulls out a red compression bandage and wraps my ankle tightly.
“Elena, you said you are tired. This compression bandage will heal you slowly. It is not a normal piece of fabric. When you can stand once again, I would like to show you how to punch again.”
“Yes, King Harvey, thank you for being so kind, I appreciate you greatly.”
I blush when he turns to me with a magnificent, fanged grin
