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Wolfen P.40Chapter Forty-Bonding HeartsWolfen P.40
"How is he?" Haytham questions softly as we enter the healer's cave. His arm is still wrapped around my shoulders as we look down upon the now conscious Kaiyou. His torn shirt has been removed to allow the healers more access to his many wounds. The wounded boy looks up at us, a pained expression evident in his bright blue eyes.
"It is nothing we cannot handle, my prince." A brown eyed Wolfen claims, cleaning wounds in Kaiyou's left shoulder. Haytham sighs at the phrase 'my prince.' I am aware he doesn't approve of people addressing him as 'prince' or similar.
"The wounds are
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