156. “No! No Norman. You can't leave me like this and I won't allow it,” I cried out as I watched him spasm and I did the first thing that came to my mind.
I was a hybrid and an alpha at that and I thought that we alphas healed fast because our blood had more regenerative properties than the other werewolves below us.
So, I bit my wrist with my fangs and let it bleed and then dripped the blood on Norman's dry lips. He was so pale that he looked as if he was already dead.
But I didn't care. If Norman truly died, I would also follow him. Even if I didn't off myself, I didn't think that I would make it a day without him.
He thus had to live.
“What are you doing?" I heard Dr Magnus ask but I was so caught up in what I was doing to care.
Why would I care when the man who owned my heart wa
