Oliver's POV
My arms wrapped around Victoria's body, and I felt so guilty that I made it like she was dreaming. I don't have a choice, I can't risk telling her who I am, and I am sure she will wonder why my wounds are gone when she gets back into my room. I should have closed the door; who could have thought she would barge inside my room at this hour.
I don't have regret, though; I found out she is that powerful, she was able to heal me even if Victoria wasn't aware of it, and I could tell she was hoping I would get healed. That is why she could mend my wounds and broken bones right away.
I couldn't sleep reliving what happened at the park tonight, and I wanted to go to our hideout and see to it the werewolf lives. I wanted to know who he was and why I couldn't heal myself quickly; I could feel my wounds were healing, but at a slow pace, and it would be enough to make me die if I was in a fight because I needed to rejuvenate myself quickly to win a battle.
