Kyra grabbed Sally's hands, yanking her hard, almost sending her to the ground. But Sally's mate caught her just in time.
"You're going too far, Kyra," Sally's mate spoke through clenched teeth. "You can't treat my mate like that."
"Haha! Then teach your mate some manners. Does she think no one sees the tricks she's trying to pull?" Kyra retorted coldly.
"PLEASE STOP FIGHTING! I CAN'T FOCUS ON THE TREATMENT!" Healer William's voice cut through the tension, cold and firm. "IT'S BETTER IF YOU ALL GET OUT OF MY COTTAGE AND LET ME TREAT LUCAS."
Hearing this, everyone moved outside, intimidated by the healer's anger. No one wanted to offend Healer William—without him, there would be no one to treat their injuries after combat and hunting.
Kyra followed them out, her heartbeat pounding with fear. She glanced back through the door, her eyes becoming moist as she watched Healer William begin to cut the fur around Lucas's neck.
