ZADOK

“They are coming! We need to run.” Ithra’s voice was panicked. As well as concerned. 

I managed to get on my feet, holding the bleeding gash on my stomach. With my movement, I felt pain all over again. 

“Why the hell was this taking so long to heal?” I mumbled, gritting my teeth in pain. 

“At this rate, you'll die before we get help.” Ithra's eyes fixed on my wound, which poured out blood. 

I could understand her concern, but I didn't have it in me to remind her I was an alpha and I couldn't die from loss of blood. 

With my delayed healing, I was losing blood...