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sorry. I have to clean the wound.”
He growled through clenched teeth. A few tears leaked out of my eyes. “I’m sorry, Cae den, I don’t want to hurt you,” is sobbed.
His breath hissed in and out through his teeth. “You’re doing a great job,” he said. “Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine.”
“No, you won’t!” I cried. “I can feel it,” I said and touched my heart, not caring about the blood I smeared on my sweatshirt.
He looked away and then met my eyes with a steely resolve. “I’ll be fine, for you.” His breath hissed in and out again. “I’ll make sure of it.”
I shook my head. “I don’t know what I’m doing! I’m not a doctor!” I cried.
He collapsed back against the couch. “Do you see that small vial of gold liquid?”
I began pulling out the different vials until I found one that was gold. “Found it,” I said holding it up.
Taking a few strangled breaths he said, “You’re going to need to pour that into each wound and then stitch it up.”
“Okay, I can do it,” I said. “What did they do to you?” I asked not expecting an answer.
“Normally, we heal fast, the only thing that… kills us is… an attack from… another… Alpha… or silver…”
I could tell he was fading fast so I poured the gold liquid into his wounds. The raw skin sizzled and popped. I grabbed a needle and sutures and pulled his skin together. He groaned and bit his lip. “Do it quick,” he moaned.
“I’ve never done this before,” I whispered.
He groaned.
To distract him while I stitched him up I said, “So silver? I thought that was werewolves?”
He groaned and it was a minute before he finally answered. “Silver is deadly… to werewolves too, more so, than it is to us… For shifters it gives us an injury… that doesn’t heal fast… which can lead to death… whereas if silver… enters a werewolf’s system… it kills them… And… for shifters… only another… Alpha’s attack… can kill… an Alpha…”
“So, is that what happened? You were attacked by another Alpha?” I asked. I had the worst laceration stitched up and so I moved on to the next most severe one.
He growled as the needle entered his skin and his breathing turned rapid. Sweat drenched his body. His eyes slowly closed and didn’t reopen. “Caeden? Caeden? Caeden!” I screamed and shook his shoulder. His eyes slowly opened. “Stay with me,” I begged. “Don’t leave me. Talk to me, please?”
He grunted and had me repeat my question. Slowly he answered, “Yeah, Travis’ dad… Peter … is the Alpha of the Grimm Pack … and he did this,” motioned to his wounds.
“And since you’re an Alpha?” I prompted him to get him to keep talking. I was scared of what would happen if he stopped.
“It won’t heal on its own,” he answered. He took a couple of breaths. “In fact it wouldn’t heal at all if it weren’t for that,” he said and pointed to vial of gold liquid.
To keep him talking I said, “Oh, really. What is it?”
“You really want to know?” he asked with a quirk of his brow. I was pleased that he still found some amusement despite the dire situation he was in.
“Yes,” I said as I finished the final stitch on his the third claw mark.
It’s… fairy dust.”
“Fairy dust? Sounds kind of Peter Pan to me,” I said starting on the fourth one.
“That was pixie dust,” he said and tried to smile but it turned to a grimace.
I could see some color returning to his cheeks and his speech was getting better. His eyes didn’t look fuzzy anymore. “Well, you’ll have to remind me to thank the fairies because this stuff is working. You look like a new man.”
He gave me a look. “Well, maybe not a new man,” I conceded, “but you do look better,” I said and shrugged my shoulders.
“Better’s good,” he said.
“Why did they do this?”
He huffed and said, “I was patrolling the woods when they snuck up on me, Travis and his dad, I was alone...” he
He growled through clenched teeth. A few tears leaked out of my eyes. “I’m sorry, Cae den, I don’t want to hurt you,” is sobbed.
His breath hissed in and out through his teeth. “You’re doing a great job,” he said. “Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine.”
“No, you won’t!” I cried. “I can feel it,” I said and touched my heart, not caring about the blood I smeared on my sweatshirt.
He looked away and then met my eyes with a steely resolve. “I’ll be fine, for you.” His breath hissed in and out again. “I’ll make sure of it.”
I shook my head. “I don’t know what I’m doing! I’m not a doctor!” I cried.
He collapsed back against the couch. “Do you see that small vial of gold liquid?”
I began pulling out the different vials until I found one that was gold. “Found it,” I said holding it up.
Taking a few strangled breaths he said, “You’re going to need to pour that into each wound and then stitch it up.”
“Okay, I can do it,” I said. “What did they do to you?” I asked not expecting an answer.
“Normally, we heal fast, the only thing that… kills us is… an attack from… another… Alpha… or silver…”
I could tell he was fading fast so I poured the gold liquid into his wounds. The raw skin sizzled and popped. I grabbed a needle and sutures and pulled his skin together. He groaned and bit his lip. “Do it quick,” he moaned.
“I’ve never done this before,” I whispered.
He groaned.
To distract him while I stitched him up I said, “So silver? I thought that was werewolves?”
He groaned and it was a minute before he finally answered. “Silver is deadly… to werewolves too, more so, than it is to us… For shifters it gives us an injury… that doesn’t heal fast… which can lead to death… whereas if silver… enters a werewolf’s system… it kills them… And… for shifters… only another… Alpha’s attack… can kill… an Alpha…”
“So, is that what happened? You were attacked by another Alpha?” I asked. I had the worst laceration stitched up and so I moved on to the next most severe one.
He growled as the needle entered his skin and his breathing turned rapid. Sweat drenched his body. His eyes slowly closed and didn’t reopen. “Caeden? Caeden? Caeden!” I screamed and shook his shoulder. His eyes slowly opened. “Stay with me,” I begged. “Don’t leave me. Talk to me, please?”
He grunted and had me repeat my question. Slowly he answered, “Yeah, Travis’ dad… Peter … is the Alpha of the Grimm Pack … and he did this,” motioned to his wounds.
“And since you’re an Alpha?” I prompted him to get him to keep talking. I was scared of what would happen if he stopped.
“It won’t heal on its own,” he answered. He took a couple of breaths. “In fact it wouldn’t heal at all if it weren’t for that,” he said and pointed to vial of gold liquid.
To keep him talking I said, “Oh, really. What is it?”
“You really want to know?” he asked with a quirk of his brow. I was pleased that he still found some amusement despite the dire situation he was in.
“Yes,” I said as I finished the final stitch on his the third claw mark.
It’s… fairy dust.”
“Fairy dust? Sounds kind of Peter Pan to me,” I said starting on the fourth one.
“That was pixie dust,” he said and tried to smile but it turned to a grimace.
I could see some color returning to his cheeks and his speech was getting better. His eyes didn’t look fuzzy anymore. “Well, you’ll have to remind me to thank the fairies because this stuff is working. You look like a new man.”
He gave me a look. “Well, maybe not a new man,” I conceded, “but you do look better,” I said and shrugged my shoulders.
“Better’s good,” he said.
“Why did they do this?”
He huffed and said, “I was patrolling the woods when they snuck up on me, Travis and his dad, I was alone...” he
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