Mira's hands were covered in blood, and her face was filled with fear and anger. Not hers. Dane's. His massive wolf form lay lifeless without any form of movement of his body on the cold floor, his fur soaked in blood. His chest rose and fell in slow, uneven breaths. His eyes were utterly shut, and he couldn't voice anything out other than his breath coming in small gasps from his nose.
Mira immediately went after one of the werewolves and sent him crashing to the wall with a straight jab on his chest, and before she could get closer to Dane, another wolf jumped on her from her back then she turned with the wolf hanging on her back and threw him to the ground and placed his feet on his chest, she raised her gaze and looked around them.
She saw one of them trying to arrange Dane's weak body for carriage, then she forcefully, with two wolves on her holding and trying to prevent her from getting close to his body, she screamed and took them out before they could even understand what was happening. she got to Dane's body and stood firmly beside it then one of them said to her "We are not here for you but him and we must accomplish our mission"
"You're going through me if you must achieve your mission, and I will make sure all of you don't get back with complete body." she stood with her eyes firmly placed on Dane's body and his fist firmly held.
The rouge wolves left when they started hearing the footsteps of reinforcement of Dane's pack approaching, and one of them said, "Let's move, he is gone. Who did the damage?" One of them raised his hand, and they disappeared into the shadow.
He was dying. "Help him!" Mira shouted, her voice raw and filled with desperation. She looked around and kept his gaze on him while trying to find a way of ensuring his pulse remained.
Silas and a group of warriors rushed into the room. The moment they saw Dane's state, their faces turned grim. They looked lost, and the overwhelming fear of what was next grew on their faces.
"We need to move him. Now," Silas ordered. He was also scared of what he saw but decided to summon the courage cause of the pack.
They carefully lifted Dane's gigantic body and carried him toward a private elevator. Mira followed without hesitation, her heart pounding. She moved closely among the pack and kept her gaze on Dane's body.
The ride down was silent except for Dane's ragged breathing.
He can't die.
Mira held her fists firmly. She didn't know what was changing in her, but she didn't care. Dane had to survive. She thought about the various questions she had and who she was going to approach or the answers if it wasn't Dane and immediately shook her head to remain focused.
They arrived at a hidden medical wing underneath Voss Tower.
Inside, a woman waited, a healer. She had silver hair and scary green eyes, her presence calm but commanding. She was dressed in her big regalia, with her hair neatly arranged. She was a beauty for the eyes.
"Put him here," she instructed, pointing toward a large stone slab surrounded by ancient markings.
Silas hesitated. "Are you sure you can heal him?"
The healer's gaze moved to Dane's body, then to Mira. Her expression darkened.
"I will try. But his injuries are more than just physical. This is quite scary, and it's way different from what your naked eyes could see."
Mira watched as the healer placed her hands over Dane's wounds. A small golden light came out from her fingertips. Minutes passed.
Dane's body shook, but he didn't wake. His breathing was already becoming different, but his body was still laid bare on the stone.
Mira's patience snapped. "Tell me what's happening!" she demanded, turning to Silas. "Why isn't he healing like a normal werewolf? Tell me why his body is just twitching and he is not waking up or getting better, and moreover, he was supposed to be healed by now. What is going on here?"
Silas breathed out slowly, rubbing a hand over his face. "Because Dane is not a normal werewolf. He is way different from ordinary werewolves. Didn't you see his incredible form?"
Mira stiffened. "What do you mean?"
Silas hesitated, then finally said, "Dane's wolf is ancient. His bloodline is unlike any other."
Mira's breath seized in her throat.
"He's an Alpha," she said. "A strong one, but still just an Alpha, right?"
Silas shook his head. "No. Dane comes from a bloodline that was thought to be extinct. The first Alphas, the ones people once called gods."
Mira's hands kept shaking, and she kept repeating the word. "Gods?"
"The Primordial Wolves." Silas' voice was low, almost respectful. "Legends say they were the first werewolves, created before the packs, before the wars. They were stronger, faster, almost immortal. But over time, they vanished. Or at least, that's what everyone thought."
Mira's heart pounded. "And Dane?"
"He's one of the last. There isn't his equal that we are aware of for now."
She looked at Dane's unconscious form. His massive size, his strength, the way his transformation had been different from the others—it all made sense now.
Silas' expression hardened. "And there's something worse."
Mira swallowed hard. "What again, after all these scary things you have said?"
Silas looked straight into her eyes.
"If Dane dies, his power doesn't die with him," he said. "It has to pass to another."
Mira's pulse raced. "To who?"
Silas hesitated. Then, slowly, he said, "To the strongest wolf nearby."
Mira took a step back. "No, what is really going on with all these werewolf principles and powers? It couldn't be," she whispered.
Silas studied her. "You've been changing, haven't you? You are experiencing a strange change in you, right?"
Mira didn't answer. Because she already knew. Something inside her had been growing.
And now, her body felt strange—energy growing underneath her skin, her senses sharper than ever before.
She glanced down at her hands. A faint glow vibrated from her fingertips.
Mira's breath seized.
Was she absorbing Dane's power?
Mira's hands begin to glow faintly. Is she absorbing Dane's energy?