Chapter 88

Amber

It was pitch black by the time I returned to the pack house, laden down with medical supplies and my head swimming with more knowledge than I ever hoped to remember.

The doc had been through, that was for sure, covering everything from stitches to punctured lungs. I was really hoping that I never had to deal with that one.

And the supplies I carried were vast and plentiful, although the doc had made a point, on multiple occasions, to tell me that for most types of wounds, the best treatment was my own saliva. Which is just gross, but well, if it comes to that.

It's just one of the things that comes with being mated, when biting each other our DNA mixes allowing us the ability to heal each other through our wolves. It wasn't commonly discussed, it was quite an intimate act, healing your mate.

I shook off the thought, there was no point in worrying about it now. It may never come to that. I hope it never comes to