62. Bury the hatchet

Zared pov

I didn’t expect to sleep peacefully, I expected to lay awake, tossing and turning. My sack hurt too much, my head was a turmoil. Gunther tried his best to take away the pain but the incision was made with a silver knife. Thank the Goddess Breanna stitched it fairly neatly with a hot needle. It hurt just like the alcohol hurt. But Gunther said it will make the difference between losing my remaining testicle and maybe my life to an infection or being to live on.

It will scar, silver almost always does. Even if the scars are invisible you feel them when the temperature changes or when the skin stretches. In my case I will be painfully reminded of this ordeal every time I get an erection as it will put tension on my sack. Which is at least once a day when I wake up with morning wood.

The anger was indescribable. The betrayal Janus and Dysnomia committed still burns. I felt love and pride looking at the pup in Dysnimia’s arms. Gunther presented me visions of us being a happy fa