Chapter Twenty-Seven
It had been days of silence while Alcaeus hung on for life. Every moment it felt like the young Alpha was slipping, his wounds eventually being forced to be stitched closed since the silver wouldn't let them heal, thickened black veins ran down his neck to his chest and even his face with the signs of infection. The silver acting as a poison in his weakened system. Every moment of spare time Sly was by his bedside waking for baby brother while he attempted to run the pack and find Helena, he had already sent a group of warriors to the territory she was staying in and Sly was just hoping for some sort of good news. "You should get some rest" Deiha's voice caught him by surprise. Sly glanced to the doorway. Ever since Alcaeus had been moved into an actual hospital room Sly had bunkered down
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