I inserted my hand under my hunting shirt and felt a scar imprinted near my stomach. It burned my flesh because of the high concoction of wolfsbane. Even the antidote did not help to heal my scar.
Sighing, I knew that I shouldn't be surprised about this since I still had some other scars other than this. I had them since I was little when Papa had ordered us to use a weapon with wolfsbane coated in it.
"Is there something wrong?"
I glanced at Niccolo, who looked worried. "No, nothing." I handed him my sword. "Hold on to me. Alright?" He nodded.
I transformed into my wolf form. Niccolo caressed my snout, causing my wolf to purr.
I was getting confused with the way my wolf was acting. She was purring as if Niccolo was our mate when that was not the case.
That was not Valerian, you idiot!
But my wolf ignored me and continued leaning against Niccolo's touch. Niccolo chuckled and softened.
"It has been a while, my little wolf."
