Chapter 41
Mireya's POV
I sliced my palm open with the dagger I always kept in my shoes, wincing as I squeezed my hand.
My blood dripped onto the she-wolf’s wound, staunching her bleeding.
I had read somewhere that an Alpha’s blood had a tiny bit of healing properties in it.
It seems the book was right. Now I needed to get her to Tara, fast.
Just before I could stand up to my feet, something glittered in the soil.
I picked it up. It was a stone, the weight dipping my hand despite its small appearance.
Drake crouched down to look at the she-wolf, his eyes meeting with mine briefly before he lifted her into his arms.
There was no movement at the border, so I didn't see the need to check.
Not with the injured wolf with us. I wondered how she had gotten injured in the first place.
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