His hands moved skillfully to unbraid my hair and take those little fancy hairclips off. The clips had tiny diamonds on them and the body was made of gold. He placed the hairclips on the dressing table and my hair spread on my back.
"The ointment- you don't seem to need it."
"What?"
"For the wound on your shoulder," he said, running his fingers on the place. "My saliva healed it fully. I thought it would not be enough, but seems like I was wrong."
"Your saliva?" I asked, feeling shy even more than I was at the moment.
"Werewolves can heal their mate's wounds by licking them. Every werewolf has its healing power, but if a werewolf is badly wounded, then its mate can help them heal.
And now as you're my mate, I can heal your wounds," he explained.
"Your husband is not weak, my wife," he smirked. "You'll find out soon, so don't worry."
'I was not worrying!' I internally screamed.
