Looking back at him, I saw his forehead scrunch up in confusion. Realising that I had already said too much, I cleared my throat as I turned back to him. 

" So, uh... How many packs do you know? " I asked, wondering how to go about it. 

How do I ask him questions related to what I wanted to know without raising any suspicion? I nagged my brain internally. 

" Ah... Well, we know around eight packs... Oh and two others. " He said. His expressions were back to matching his calm demeanour that he brought out so effortlessly.

" How many of them have shifters? " I asked. " All of the ten. Oh, wait, eleven including yours now. " He replied. 

So there were eleven packs that I could search then if I added Civerin's to the list, I thought. 

But what was the point? Should I even be doing this? What if I wasn't meant to know? Wasn't I happy with how things already were? I thought as I fell silent and struggled with my inner turmoil. 

" You have a wonderful pack, by the way. " He said softly with a smile as his words took me by surprise and snapped me out of my trance. 

" Oh... Thank you. " I answered as he looked at me with his soft smile that reminded me of the calming feeling I get when pick herbs. 

" I never got the chance to apologise for hurting you... Especially after you saved me... I owe you a lot. " He said with a frown as his eyes fell on my arm that he had clawed during our first meeting, his blue eyes shimmering with sincerity. 

I sighed as I closed my eyes to avoid staring at him for too long. " It's fine. " I said as I shrugged it off. 

His guilty frown was still there, but I was too tired to say something nice. So I let my actions do the talking. 

" I'll dress the wounds on your arms and back for you. " I said with my back to him as I washed the bowls in the sink. 

I could feel his surprised face behind me even without looking at it. 

He limped to the couch and sat there as he looked back at me. His limp was much better already and I knew that he would be fine with a few more days of rest. 

We could thank our weird body metabolism that increased our healing rate after the first few healing steps for that. 

We both hesitated for a moment before I turned to the table and got the bandages ready as he took off his shirt. 

I turned back and took in his state first. His robust and firm build that was hiding behind the shirt finally showed. 

But it wasn't his well-defined body that made me pause. It was the scars that snaked down his muscles that made me frown. 

" It's the scars, isn't it. " He asked with his back to me. Only then did I realise that I had frozen at their sight. 

" Uh... Hm. " I said, not knowing how to respond as I quickly leaned in to dress the wound on his back. 

" Well, remember I mentioned the ten packs? Eight of them are Civerin's allies and the other two, let's just say, they're not fans. They're the type that if I invited them for a party they'd come for sure, but just to trash it. " He said with a laugh at end that lit up the room.  

This guy and his weird sense of humour, I thought with a smile.