Tiara's POV
Mr Francis Hughes, a Fifty-two years old medicine man in our pack, hunched before father, examining his body.
Nicholas and I, sat differently on the single arm chairs in the quiet room, watching Alpha Darius as he battled with his life.
I glanced at the medical tools Mr Huges was using on Alpha Darius. My heart swelled in pain.
It must be very tough for Alpha Darius. His breath was slow, yet we could hear him wheeze from afar.
His weak eyes blinked indifferently as a result of his pain In chest. But while his lips remained parted halfway, the air erupting from inside him, smelt quite unpleasant.
Bottles which contained powerful medicine clicked against each other, the sound thin but interrupting.
Nicholas moved his crossed legs gently. He has been patiently waiting t
