(LIAM'S POV)
I watched, my mouth hanging open, as the torn flesh knitted itself together. The bleeding stopped. The angry red edges of the wound began to fade, the necrotic tissue turning pink and healthy. It wasn't a full healing—the wound was still there, still deep and serious—but it was 'closing.' Right before my eyes it was 'healing.'
"What—" I stammered, my eyes wide. "What is that? What did you just use?"
Roland looked up at me, his icy blue eyes calm and steady. "Saliva," he said simply.
I blinked. "What?"
"Our saliva," Dylan clarified, his voice softer now, almost gentle. "Werewolf saliva has healing properties. It can close wounds, fight infection, speed up recovery. Heal completely in many cases. But it's not totally a miracle cure. Some wounds may need more attention but the saliva buys time."
