Dustbin's Guest

Emma's POV

I stood on my feet and looked at the man standing at the door like the Grim Reaper himself. There was no expression on his face so I could not determine if he was okay or if he was furious.

And why is he back so soon? I was promised that he won't come back for another hour.

I stood there awkwardly as he made his way inside. He leisurely removed his jacket and sat down on his chair.

The silence between us was awkwardly suffocating and I was growing desperate to change the topic.

I said, “So, how are you feeling?”

He checked his hand which was covered in bandages and said, “I don't know.” He shoved his hand towards me and said, “Check.”

I kept my kit on the table and took out a scissor from it. I used it to cut open the bandage, as expected of an Alpha wolf, his wound was cured.

Seeing that I was closing my kit, he asked, “Are you not going to bandage me?”

“Why?” I asked, “It is cured. You are free to use this hand now.”

“Oh.” He said slowly.

Draven sat there silently while