Freda Pov
Urdon carried me all the way back to the pack house without saying a word. When we got inside, he did not take me to the guest room where I had been staying. He took me to our bedroom. The one we used to share before everything fell apart.
He laid me down on the bed gently, as if I were made of glass. Then he went to the bathroom and came back with a damp cloth and bandages.
"Let me see your feet," he said quietly.
I pulled my feet up and saw they were covered in cuts and dirt, and blood. The run through the forest had torn them up badly. Urdon knelt on the floor and started cleaning them carefully. The cloth stung against the cuts, but I did not pull away.
For the first time in weeks, he was not yelling at me. He was not accusing me of anything. He was just taking care of me like he used to do before the curse started destroying us.
