The Cursed Alpha
he asked, his voice low, almost a whisper, though it carried a tension that made the doctor flinch slightly.
The doctor held up a small, rough bundle, bound with thin twine. “They are strong-smelling. Garlic, yarrow, a touch of foxglove and elderflower. Bitter. Almost unbearable to some. They will stimulate her system, help her blood clot, and ease the bruising. Normally, a wolf’s resilience would render this unnecessary, but she… she is human, Alpha. Her body cannot recover as quickly as yours or the others’.”
Alaric’s jaw tightened. The knowledge that she was so fragile, so vulnerable, sent a flash of protective fury through him. “So she is… incredibly vulnerable,” he said, more to himself