I felt serging pain erupt inside me.
No, I was not hurt.
This pain I was feeling was not mine. It was hers.
Using our bond I channeled half of it to me.
No, it wasn't like I didn't trust her guts when she put up a brave front and said she can endure it.
I believe her. She could do that. As per my research on werewolves, shifting takes a great amount of power. Every bone in the human body breaks and reshapes in the process.
I knew she didn't have that much strength after the earlier transformation. And that was the least I could do to help.
Old healer pulled out small chunks of wood from her wound, there was so much blood making the scene crimson. The sheet spread over my massive bed got a huge red spot.
Blood doesn't bother the vampires.
