~Aria~

“How's he?” I asked the Pack healer worriedly.

Ever since we arrived home and brought him in, his face had been locked in a frown as he ran checks on Damon injuries, and I was freaking out at this point.

He moved the container, emitting a kind of smoke warped with fragrance of all sorts over Damon's back. After a while, he set down the container and leaned up. My eyes followed his every movement. I was dying of impatience.

“The rest remains in his will to live—”

“What do you mean?” I asked, cutting him off.

“My Luna, what I mean is our Alpha is strong. He will...