Sam pulled Allen shirt up and drew an pack mark over his heart. The mark, which was supposed to have been stronger for a pack bond having drawn it, flared briefly, but ended up doing nothing to alleviate the high fever or spasms of pain wracking Allen body. Sebestian Alpha command wasn't working anymore, either, and they were both frustrated by their helplessness.

Allen tossed his head from side to side, mussing his damp hair on the pillow. He kept muttering the Alpha sacred oath in his delirium.

Sam put a hand on top of Allen head, trying to still him, and leaned down to speak in his ear. "You're...