CHAPTER 113

The pack's house... 'Let me see." Hazel said, as both she and Ives sat on the bed, taking his injured hand to her thighs, placing it on a clothe that was over her thigh, to avoid his blood from smearing everywhere. She was careful not to jostle it too much, which made Ives wince in pain. 'It's terrible." She sighed out, seeing through his palm, as the knife had pierced through to the back of his palm. 'And it isn't healing cause of the silver that was laced in it." She said, examining the wound. Ives groaned quietly as she touched it. 'I'll try to pull out the silver from it." Hazel said, readying herself to use her witchy power, to pull out the scraps of tiny silver that was eteched in the wound. 'It might sting a bit." She said, as she took her hand above his and closed her eyes. The silver scraped against the inside of the wound for a second before Ives gave a loud hiss. Hazel winced, but kept going, pulling out small pieces of silver, trying to be gentle