Wails of shock permeated the air as everyone realized what happened.
“Call the healer!” someone shouted.
Everything moved as if in a blur and before I knew it, I was staring down at Dane’s limp body in a bed. My eyes were strangely wet with tears.
“He’ll be okay,” someone said.
I sat in a chair beside him as I held his hand. Everyone else stood around the bed with grim faces. His chest was wrapped up in bandages. His face looked drawn but peaceful like he was taking a light nap.
“He doesn’t look freaking okay. Why isn’t that wound healing the way it should? Something is obviously wrong,” Caroline said.
The healer checked his pulse and stood up. She was a tall, beta woman who looked to be in her late forties. “It is healing exactly as it should,” she said, her voice calm. “This is no
