OwenI sat and watched her eat for a few minutes before returning to my food. She didn't seem happy that she had gotten hurt. Though, who wouldn't be happy they had gotten shot? But to be honest, I was surprised that only one bullet had made contact. For the most part, all the kids in the town were shown how to use a gun at a young age. If two of them had fired at her, I would have thought both would have hit her. This alone didn't really help my view of the human race. Even less knowing they shot at her wolf, who, from the sounds of it and by where she had been hit, was moving away from them and not towards them. Shaking my head, I finished my food. When I finished, I found her sitting across from me, staring at me just as I had stared at her earlier and watching me. "So tell me, Owen, where did you learn to stitch someone up?" Scoffing, I grabbed her plate and mine and got up from the table. "I was a doctor in another life." A small smile pulled at her lips. "Well, then, I did
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