I lied.
It was a mistake.
Now my mate hates me.
Can I blame him?
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My hands cradle my head as I think about the past few hours. Seeing Willow's lifeless body interchanges with the last memories I have of my mother, and I can't get my mind to stop.
Blood.
All I can think of is blood . . .
. . . Willow's blood.
My mother's blood.
"Alpha," a male voice says, snapping me out of my past turmoil. I look up to find Dr. Arnou standing over me. He's looking at me in pity. I don't want to be looked at in pity. The last time he looked at me like this was when he walked my father and me into the morgue to say our final goodbyes to my mother.
With a thick, painful swallow, I stand. No longer am I in my half-shifted form. It's been about an hour since my wolf settled down and gave me back complete control.
"How is she?" I ask. Nothing matters more than Willow's condition.
"Alpha Rowan–"
"Just tell me," I plead.
His lips lift into a sad smile. "She's stable." He looks to the side before meeting my eyes directly. "Whatever caused her injuries will scar permanently–"
"What–"
"Let me finish," he says, lifting a hand to indicate he wants me to be quiet. "Whatever caused Willow's injuries will scar her for the rest of her life."
That doesn't make sense.
As wolves, we heal quickly if the wound doesn't kill us. The only scars I have are on my knees from when Emeric and I wrestled as kids and I fell on gravel, and another from when my father used his claws on my neck. Both happened before I received my wolf. The worst scar is by far the one given to me by my father. The wound could have killed me if he had gone deeper. I think that's why he was so broken over hurting me; he knew he almost killed me with no way of healing the way wolves heal. I didn't have my wolf then, so I had to heal like a human with medical care and time.
But I lived, and it healed eventually. I wish my father had stayed so he could see that I healed, but he couldn't get over what he'd done.
I guess, some scars not even a wolf can heal.
I shake that past from my mind and focus on the present.
Willow has her wolf. She has for two years. If the wounds didn't kill her, they should heal quickly, so why is Dr. Arnou telling me differently? I don't believe the words I'm hearing. The only thing that scars wolves is—
No.
My eyes snap up to meet Dr. Arnou's.
He clears his throat. "Whatever caused those injuries to her back was dipped in liquid silver. You know, Alpha, that silver permanently scars wolves if it doesn't kill them first. Willow isn't going to die, so—"
