Ariel POV
"Yes", he replied before heading upstairs while I followed closely before he stopped at the front of his room.
"Sit", I said gesturing to the bed and luckily he complied.
He ripped his shirt and I sat behind him. I found myself tracing the wounds which slowly turned into a scar instead of stitching it.
Out of curiosity,, I blurted out, "I thought werewolves heal immediately".
"Yes", he replied.
"Then what about this?"I asked, still tracing the scars.
"Because the dagger is poisoned," he replied and my lips parted in surprise.
I found myself gawking shamelessly at his toned muscles.
"Are you just going to stare at it or clean up the wound".he said, snapping me back to my thoughts.
"I will," I said annoyed.
Just then, I remembered what he did to me when Joyce clawed me,
