Heath's Decline

Havermouth, Present Time

Heath would live, Talen told himself as they pulled up to the warehouse. He did not, however, have the time to finish his healing as there was still another mate missing. He would not rest until all four of his mates were safe.

“Heath,” he murmured as he needed to make sure that the blood was working. Heath did not respond nor stir. Talen frowned. He examined the wounds on Heath’s chest again. They should be healing due to the blood, and yet, the reaction was slow, sluggish, the cuts and burns scabbing, rather than fading away as the edges knitted together. "Heath," he repeated, louder.

His tone caught the attention of Leighton and his wife, both pausing as they exited the front seats, and Mercy, who leaned forward, touching her hand to Heath’s forehead.

“He’s not responding,” Talen said to her. “I thought that the wounds were healing slowly, so I fed him my blood. There are many but relatively minor wounds. I have healed greater, much faster, through saliva a