THE FIRE METHOD
KADE
The pack doctor was not telling me what the f**k was going on, and I was literally going insane. My hands were shaking, my wolf was howling inside me, and all I could see was my brother lying there barely breathing while these people fumbled around with their tools and medicines like they had all the time in the world.
"Why can't you get the poison out?" I yelled, my voice breaking. "Why can't you f*****g get the poison out of my brother's bloodstream? You're supposed to be a doctor. You're supposed to know how to do this."
The pack doctor, an older man named Trox with graying hair and tired eyes, looked at me with something like pity. He was wearing his usual white button-down shirt now stained with Damon's blood, and his hands were trembling slightly as he worked
