Lennox's POV
While everyone seemed to be buzzing around me, worried, whispering, asking questions, my eyes were only on Olivia, who was leaving the yard.
I couldn't believe what she did back then in the woods. It was without fear, without hesitation, something Anita failed to do.
If it had been left to Anita… I probably would've died in that forest before my brothers ever showed up. Olivia had practically saved my life.
"Sit," Levi said, snapping me out of my thoughts as he gently guided me to a chair near the healer's tent. "You're not walking that off."
I let him lower me down, gritting my teeth as pain shot through my thigh again. The healer—a short, silver-haired woman with sharp eyes—stepped forward, already reaching for her satchel.
"Snake venom," she muttered, her fingers probing gently around the bite. "Rare one too. If the person who sucked the poison out hadn't done it quickly and well, you'd already be unconscious. Possibly worse."