Page 128 of Wolf Cursed
I shuddered, and he straightened again.
“So, healing is a perk then?” I asked.
“Usually. The more severe the wound, the longer it will take, but yes, we heal faster than humans as a rule,” he said. “And especially if we can shift into wolf form to do it.”
I thought of my dad. If he’d been able to shift, would he have healed from that gunshot?
“Hey, where did you go?”
His voice was gentle, and I blinked, noting the concern in his expression.
“Just thinking. Is that why you didn’t try to get me to change back last night? So I’d heal?”
“Partially.”
“And the other part?”
“My wolf really wanted time with yours.”
For some reason, my cheeks heated at that, and I ducked my head.
“Your wolf is gorgeous,” he added.
I felt weirdly embarrassed yet flattered at his words. “Thanks. She thinks the same thing about you. In fact, she had quite a few thoughts about you last night.”
He grinned. “Oh, really? Like what?”
“That you’re okay,” I said, feigning indifference.
“Just okay?”
“I mean, she was distracted by Silas’ ass but—Hey!”
I shrieked as Kai grabbed me and tossed me over his shoulder, running into the bedroom and dumping me on the mattress.
“Whose ass were you looking at?” he demanded.
“Just yours,” I said, batting my lashes in mock innocence. “And maybe Idrissa’s,” I added.
He launched himself toward me, and I shrieked, rolling away as he tried to tickle me. I struggled against his impossible hold and, in the end, resorted to fighting dirty. When I grabbed his nipple, he yelped and backed off.
“I should have expected your dirty tactics,” he said with a laugh, and the reminder of what I’d done to Drake sobered me.
“Stop beating yourself up,” Kai said. “I can see it written all over your face. What happened last night wasn’t your fault. Drake provoked it on purpose.”
“I didn’t even think I could do something like that,” I said quietly. “Do you think he’s okay?”
Kai sat back, giving me space to sit up too.
“He’ll be fine,” he assured me, his expression flashing with fury. “Not that he deserves it after that shit he pulled.”
“Do you think he’ll try again?” I asked.
“That’s not something you need to worry about,” he said. “I won’t let him or anyone else hurt you.”
My insides warmed at the protectiveness in him. And my wolf practically drooled for him.
“The hexerei,” I said. “They didn’t have to kill him.”
