Chapter 148 Frustrated Bath

• I woke up feeling significantly better. Being injured in wolf form, the wounds were practically healed, leaving only a persistent discomfort in the form of an unpleasant slime in the throat, whose repugnant taste lingered.
• “Are you awake already?” Harvey spoke lazily, growling. His wound had stopped bleeding, but the healing process had peculiarities.
• “You need to see this; it should have healed by now!” I pointed to the bothered spot, approaching him. “Who or what did this to you?”