I lifted Mia into my arms and I rushed inside, following Xander up the stairs.

"How are you going to save her? You don't even know anything about healing!" I exclaimed.

"I've been in my fair share of wars. I know how to at least clean and stitch a wound." Xander snapped back.

He led us to her bedroom. I laid her on the bed. She was moaning and groaning while drawing in and out of consciousness.

I was shaking. I was at a loss of sense. All I could think of is that my mate is lying on the bed, dying, and I can't do a damn thing about...