At Captain Bethiv's command, the soldier saluted smartly. "Sir!" he exclaimed, hurrying off. While the captain redirected his attention to me, several other men dispersed, each heading in different directions, calling for Rebecca.
"It'll be alright," Bethiv said, patting my cheek gently. "Rebecca will get here in a second. She's the best healer we've got."
Despite his attempt to reassure me, the strain on the captain's face and the fear in his eyes was evident. I coughed again, tasting blood, questioning the severity of my wounds. I'd lost track of time purifying the wolf, but it couldn't have been less than half an hour. I felt fine then, so shouldn't I only be better now?
