"Does it hurt?" Fenja asked when she saw the blood on his face. Whenever his cruel side took over his consciousness, it would appear as if he had a permanent scowl on his face. It was one way to tell who he was.
"Hurt?" Thorne raised his brows in a mocking lilt. "Don't you know that a shifter can heal very fast?" He wiped the blood from his face, and he was right; the wounds had already healed. "What happened with your wolf spirit?"
"It's a long story," Fenja said. She didn't know how to tell him, nor did she want to tell him about it.
"Then you don't need to tell me." Thorne lay down on the bed and closed his eyes. He used his arm to cover the light that streamed through the open window.
Arthur was fine; he would survive. Even though broken bones would take a longer time to heal, he wouldn't die.
