The End.

Zane's POV

I shifted back to my human form. Fully naked, I stretched out my wrist. Using the sharp edge of my claw, I sliced it open and let the dark red blood pour to the ground. Then I crouched low and pushed my wrist over Nylf's mouth. The poor thing was barely alive in Freya's trembling arms.

A taste of my potent, Lycan blood was so powerful it could bring him to life. But then, it could also be too powerful.

Lycans and vampires were similar this way. We gave blood to give life. Only in this case, I could really kill my own pup, or bring him back to life safely. Let's see what happened.

Like I said. I had been alive long enough to know when a werewolf was dead.

Nylf wasn't.

The wound I created was healing up fast. "Force his mouth open, Freya." She did. No doubt with some supernatural strength. The pup's jaws were locked tight.

My blood dripped into his mouth as the wound closed up. Nothing happened. His mouth was still hanging open. Then he gulped weakly.

That was enough for me.