THE LYCAN KING’S SCARRED PRIZE
It had allowed my corrupted magic to almost kill him, which meant it could also carry my life force back into his dead cells.
I raised my right wrist, forcing my jaws apart. I didn't hesitate. I drove my teeth deep into the flesh of my own forearm, biting down until the copper taste of my own blood flooded my mouth. But it wasn't normal blood. Because of the mutated virus, my blood was thick, dark, and hot, laced with thin, glowing violet strands of raw void energy.
I leaned over Dominic, using my cuffed hands to violently force his jaw open.
"Drink," I sobbed, pressing my bleeding arm directly against his lips, letting the corrupted, necrotic witch-blood pour down his throat. "Wake up, you
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