A deep exhale left my lips, trying to hide the irk that the task involving Waterwoods had set inside me. It had been only one day since I last saw Fang, and it only irked me more to have to see him again. I raised the papers with tasks printed on them, "Thank you for this Sam"
Sam was busy looking at me with wonder about something else and, on hearing my words, he pulled up a smile. "No worries, I am just doing what I was told by the alpha. By the way, where is your hometown? I mean this amount of healing. Was it a witch who helped?"
My lips set in a thin line. I knew this was coming. For the matter, Sam would understand if I told him I can't tell, and he had to keep quiet about it, but I don't believe the same would be with other members of the pack. No matter how much I explain, it was still strange for a werewolf to heal this fast. I could tell I was still healing, but I hugged Sam a while back and even though he was careful, he must know I was perfectly cured.
