I lowered my head and bit into the side of his neck.
The moment my fangs pierced his skin, a wave of scorching warmth surged from my soul into his body.
Mate healing.
I poured the spiritual essence of my Silver Wolf into him without holding anything back, forcing his fading wolf soul to remain anchored.
Dominic's entire body shuddered.
The blackened wound in his chest began expelling poison at a visible rate.
The dark purple discoloration slowly receded.
His breathing, once weak and shallow, grew stronger with every passing second.
Inside him, Varg released a deep, thunderous growl—a wolf awakening from the edge of death.
And then, on the side of his neck, a mark appeared.
My mark.
Silver-white lines unfurled across his skin like moonlight etched into flesh.
At that moment, our
