Chapter Eighty-One

Saying goodbye.

“Trust the Mulder Alpha, he holds the second of three!” Fern’s voice kept ringing in my ears.

Is that what she meant, that Rory’s dagger was similar to the dagger Fiona used in the battle. Would it have killed me?

It didn’t kill Fern, but is that because she has tied herself to Leona and Lex? It certainly was a powerful weapon. I could feel its power as soon as it cut my palm.

With every cut it took longer to heal. I could feel a slight tingle in the wound, as I clasp it open and shut repeatedly.

“Still healing?” Lance’s voice comes from the office door, his body engulfing the door frame as he lent up against it.

“It’s taking longer this time.” I say as I trace my finger across the wound, even with Lance’s alpha saliva it wasn’t quite there yet.

“Want me to re-lick it?” He smirks seductively as he walks into the office and closes the door behind him.

“Well…if you’re offering.” I smile back at him before taking on a more serious tone.

“I think Rory’s dagger migh