C20- You are mine!

Elijah's POV

I trace the last scar on my arm, my eyes fixed on the faint outline of the large wound, running from my shoulder to my middle finger. It's still tender, but I can already feel it rapidly healing.

Although the surface is covered, the skin within feels like it's being knitted together. After a few seconds, the edges of the gash on my shoulder closes up like it's being stitched by an invisible thread.

Soon the wound will disappear, the memory of it erased from my skin as if it never existed. But every single detail would stay rooted in my mind. That was unfortunately the limit of a werewolf’s healing abilities. Whatever trauma or loss comes with our wounds can't be erased– that, we are left to wrestle with all our lives.

I flex my arm, testing the newly healed skin.

“Have you fed him?” Klaus tries but fails to whisper.