* Arriane *
A part of my body was being taken, my strength. As I force myself to give it to Alpha Daemon because he has to fight. He needs to get stronger in order to defeat the witch. He is a strong Alpha but the poison has made him weak, which is why he needed my help.
I was his cure. But cures came with a cost.
I felt it leaving me, slow at first, like a steady stream... then faster, deeper, as if something inside my very soul had been opened and poured into him. My fingers trembled where they clung to his arm, my knees threatening to give way beneath me.
Still I didn't stop. I couldn't. Because I could feel him rising. My blood is his cure.
Alpha Daemon's presence exploded across the hall like a storm unleashed. The moment he lunged at the witch, the very air shifted, heavy, viole
