She isn't mate

The night air was frigid, and Blaze jerked awake. His ears perked up as he heard sudden movement from the outside.

He nudged Arabella gently, unwrapping her arms around him and rising to his feet.

Glancing through the small window, he glimpsed a furry creature that looked like a squirrel; he let out a breath, walking back to the bed.

Glancing at the injury, Arabella had tried her best to dress up; he noticed it was healing faster.

He didn't know what she did and how it happened; Blaze figured out he passed out after she injected him with things she had seen in the first-aid box.

He didn't care to ask her as well; all that mattered was that he was alive.

Blaze caressed her hair, which created a halo about her as she slept. Her lips parted slightly, and a soft snore escaped them.

Blaze chuckled, shaking his head. He winced at the movement he made as it caused him a terrible headache. He wasn't entirely healed, but he was looking better than earlier.

He had Arabella to thank for it. He k