“I am really sorry I always make you feel worried.”

Our eyes locked for minutes until I couldn’t help myself and kissed his lips so softly. There was serious damage to his body and he had to stay for a week in the hospital.

“How bad is it?” I asked him in a whisper while peeling apples for him.

“Three ribs on the right, two on the left, right collarbone, and then left arm and a shattered hip,” he answered casually as if those injuries were just a small thing to deal with, “Don’t worry. I heal twice as fast as a normal werewolf, Giselle. There is nothing too serious...