''Leave,'' he repeated. ''I won't be nice if I get to walk you all out myself.''
The old demons didn't waste a second by pushing themselves out of the room, leaving behind their healing tools as requested.
He immediately let go of his royal robe as he approached his woman. The sight of her scared back was definitely going to haunt his sleep. He noticed how her werewolf blood struggled to heal the wounds as she remained unconscious on his bed.
The first thing he touched was her long, white hair, taking it away from her back as he settled beside her. He took off one of his gloves and began to speed up her healing with the help of his powers.
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He stayed up all night and ensured she survived. When it was morning, he was done and began to bandage her up slowly. Thankfully, it wasn't as deep as he feared it to be.