Silver’s POV
“Is he dead yet?” Jericho asked when he walked in.
“Stop it!” I scoffed as I received the first aid materials from him. Triscade passed out after I stopped the bleeding. I managed to lay him down and pull out the rod from his shoulder but he was still getting worse.
“He's not healing. Why isn't he healing? The wound is just smelling weird,”
“Uh… that's because an alpha inflicted the injury,” Jericho pointed out a fact I had forgotten.
“They are not going to heal unless it's by his blood or Algae's,”
“He won't give his blood,” I muttered. I looked around and there were about two dozen men that were inflicted, he would never help.
“Then let the bastards die, I don't even know why you care,”
“Jericho!” I exclaimed.
“But I was the evil one for blackmailing Sanders wi
