chapter 200: Sacred Blood and Broken Bonds (Alexander's POV)
Blood. Her blood. The silver-infused crimson stains covered my shaking hands like an accusation.
The metallic scent filled the territory-marked vehicle as Assistant Joe drove frantically toward the pack hospital. Each second felt like an eternity. Each breath was another moment Grace might be slipping away.
"Alpha, please," Joe said, offering a pack of moon-blessed cleansing cloths. "Let me help you clean up."
I stared at my hands, unwilling to wipe away the last physical connection to Grace. Her blood had dried in the creases of my palms, under my fingernails.
"No," I said, my voice hollow. "Leave it."
Joe's concerned gaze flickered between me and the road. "We'll be at the hospital in two minutes, sir."
The hospit
