The suturing process was meticulous and brutal. I could see every stitch as The healer worked to reattach the severed organ. Blood continued to flow, and the spy kept trying to swallow, gagging on his own blood.
Halfway through the procedure, the spy passed out again from the pain and blood loss. The healer continued working, his movements quick and efficient.
"How long until he can speak?" Xander asked, watching the procedure with the same detached professionalism as The healer.
"Twenty-four hours minimum for basic speech. Forty-eight for anything coherent. But like I said, it will never be the same."
"Twenty-four hours it is. The Alpha needs him ready by then."
I couldn't wrap my head around any of this. The level of planning, the cold calculation, the willingness to inflict such sp
