Chapter 72

Dean POV 

Perhaps they were drawn by my scent or it was merely a twist of fate, but I sense it is no accident when the Alpha of the pack approaches me with an air of deference, almost as if silently conveying, "It is an honor." He even lowers his head in a respectful bow. Being an Alpha myself, I understand it is only fitting to return the gesture.

So, I bow in formal acknowledgment. The wolf notices my bleeding hand and signals to another member of the pack to join us. The Alpha makes a sound that seems like a scoff in my direction. I'm unsure what was communicated, but a smaller wolf, a female, approaches me. She nudges my hand, prompting me to lift it, and gently licks it twice, pauses to examine it, then licks three more times.

Though the female is considerably smaller than the Alpha, her tongue easily wraps around my hand. I am amazed at what is unfolding before me. After she stops, I check my hand. Remarkably, it is completely healed. There's not even