Oswald
I discovered some etched inscriptions on her forearm while caring for her. Those criminals had undoubtedly cut these letters into her skin.
Barren.
I frowned and wondered if that was the source of the discomfort in my arm. I had a searing sensation on my hand, like if someone had run something sharp across it. Even though the blood had stopped, the wound on her arm was still raw.
Wrinkling my forehead, I inspected it. If I didn't heal it now, it most probably would scar. And since her transformation wasn't completed, she wouldn't heal like a werewolf yet.
"Heal her," Aztec exhorted.
I began licking her wound right away, and it started to heal slowly. I didn't want any scars on her skin. I had no idea what that phrase meant and honestly I didn't give a damn about it. It su
