Alpha's Claim: The Rejected Healer
Blood streaked across his jawline and brow, but through the small light, I could see a striking face—scarred and fierce, yet oddly noble.
Despite his state, when he looked at me, it wasn’t with fear. It was with pity.
I dropped to my knees and scanned the forest floor for meth leaves—the only herb I could think of that might help stop the bleeding.
“Trust me... this is going to hurt. But stay still. Don’t say anything!” I warned. He nodded once, gritting his teeth.
I yanked the sword free, and he howled in agony. The moment it left his body, it burned my hand— it was a magical blade infused with some cruel potion meant to drain a werewolf’s soul. I hurled it to the side.