Chapter 6“Who the hell dressed you?” Donal asked with a grin when he opened the door to let Mario in. Despite the joking, it was readily apparent he was glad to see Mario there and in one piece.
Andre was right beside Donal. His gaze raked over Mario to be certain there wasn’t any major damage. It lingered on the blood-caked crease on the side of Mario’s head where the bullet had grazed him in his wolf form an hour earlier. “I thought…I mean, don’t we heal if we’re hurt?”
Mario smiled wryly. “We heal faster than a human when we shift, but it’s far from instantaneous. By morning though,” he touched the wound, “this will only be a memory.”
Leading the way into the living room, Donal asked if Mario wanted something to drink, or even something to eat. “Oh, and you might want these back.” He
