She turned her head slowly when the bedchamber door opened. Healer Ben stood in the doorway, giving her a faint, moonlit smile. She tried to force a smile, but she couldn't.
"May I come in?"
"Yes," she responded with a nod. He began to walk into the bedchamber. A he-wolf assistant that came with him walked behind him. Mrs. Thompson slowly shut the door and leaned on it.
"How are you?" Healer Ben asked, examining her knees and face.
"I'm fine," she responded, giving Mrs. Thompson a stare that was filled with unsaid words, wondering why she couldn't tell her a healer and an assistant wanted to see her. She shrugged and left the bedchamber. Probably, she misunderstood her fixed stare.
"Your mate called me a few minutes ago. He said he lost control of his wolf and came hard on you; would you permit me to examine you here?" Healer Ben asked.
