Send “Auction” for your muse buying mine as their slave
Derek snarled lowly but kept his head down as he was transferred to the person that bought him, seeing a small female form before him now.
“You’ve enough spirit to snarl, but not take care of yourself.” Autumn leaned against the doorframe, watching him slump. “What do you want?”
“What do you mean take care of myself?” he asked. He leaned his head back against the wall and cocked it to the side. “I want my back to finish healing. It’ll do so soon enough.” He hadn’t talked about his back yet. But it was healing. Slowly. Wolfsbane whips. Didn’t leave any wolfsbane behind, but it prevented wolf healing speed normally. He wasn’t healing as slow as a human, but his healing there was extremely slowed down, almost going on 24 hours since the whipping he supposed. It was the only thing on his mind at the moment, the other ordeals compartmentalized away for now.
“Spring can heal you. If you let her. That’s limited. What do you /want/?” she repeated. “Your future.”