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Chapter 61: The Cry of the Bloodline

Author: B. J. VALE
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-11-11 18:49:49

Kael's POV

The pack hospital smelled like antiseptic and sterile things, which did not cover up the coppery taste of Lyra's blood, which seemed to have burned itself into my senses. It smelled like my failure. I had promised to keep her safe, but now she was on a gurney, pale as the moon, and her life force was fading because of my son's poisonous pride.

Alistair, the pack doctor, wiped his hands on a towel and let his shoulders droop in defeat. This made me feel even more cold and scared. "Alpha Kael, we've done everything we can to stabilize her, but the blood loss is serious. We don't have her blood type on hand. It's very, very rare. "We need to find a donor in the next few hours..." He didn't have to finish the sentence. The look in his eyes said it all.

Hours. I only had a few hours left before the light in her eyes—the stormy, strong pools that had seen too much pain—went out for good. My wolf, which was always there in my chest, was howling and trying to break free of my contr
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