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Ashly's POV

Shaun was inches away from me with his eyes lowered, his dark lashes casting a shadow on his face.

The wound pulsed with fiery pain as he pulled on the thread and I winced, my concentration breaking.

Shaun paused before looking at me, his brown eyes staring into mine as he regulated my breathing, his hold on the thread and needle delicate.

"Take a deep breath." He instructed and I obeyed. My eyes fell close so that I wouldn't see the slash to my side that was spanned almost a handspan.

The rest of the studies weren't as painful and I could already feel the wound binding together.

I almost never had stitches. Firstly because I never fought any fight serious enough to warrant them.

Secondly, I was a wolf. We healed pretty darn fast and that speed was only beaten by the Lycans. The only reason I needed them now was because of the unceasing attacks.

The injury I had gotten would have killed a lesser creature but would have left me healing for at most a day.

We didn't h