His hands didn't moved an inch even after all the way but only his head moved a little and plopped on her bouncy breast. Cuddling and nuzzling over her chest, his head rubbed near her chin.
She was dumbfounded with what was happening to her. Someone was taking advantage of her but all she could do was lie silently.
The old doctor with white hair looked quite experienced yet he was smiling warmly looking at his King having a nice nap.
Wait a minute! I am sure his hand had a wound so how come it isn't anymore? Wolves don't have the power to heal themselves although their wounds heal faster then humans but it is impossible to heal so quickly as if there was nothing to begin with.
Who is he really?
Form now on Cassie skeptical thoughts started to take a toll over her.
