Atlas' POV
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Montecito, 2:10 pm.
Talking to the police wasn't all that difficult.
Especially when Atlas noticed the chief was a witch as well. He gave accounts of everything that happened and was able to prove that their group acted in self-defence.
All while handing Luther a totem to help his wolf heal his wounds.
Most Alphas had fantastic healing abilities. Until the source of the injury was a supernatural source. In this case—another Alpha.
"I said I'll be fine," Luther pushed Atlas' outstretched hand when he tried giving him another totem. "I just... Need to rest a bit. Maybe take some whiskey too."
They'd gotten in front of the beach house, Celeste and Silas walking beside Luther in case he needed support. Despite his persistent reassurance that he needed none.
"Quit the stubbornness." Azrael blurted beside Atlas, tone deappan. "Those totems should help your wolf heal."
