"Your Grace, we are here so you can now get so rest," the healer suggested while Ren completely ignored Kai. She was still mad at him for how he reacted toward her good intentions, as though she were a killer. She wasn’t sure which was worse, being labeled a betrayer or seeing him in such distress, unable to cope with his pain.
"Take care of him for !" His eyes were wet and innocent when he asked this of Ren, but she refused to look up. His gaze was already a temptation for forgiveness. He must be punished.
"Healer Rigo, let’s give him the redy. Butler Siamon will soon bring food. We must wake him up."
The healer raised his brow, unsure why she was repeating what they had already discussed. When His Grace sighed and strode outside, he grasped the point.
Sitting next to the bed, Ren checked the pulse. It was still shallow due to blood loss. She removed the clean cloth, pursed her lips, and acknowledged, "He kept the wound clean and quenched the fever."
The healer bead. "His Highness raised Org and Rail; they are not like everybody else."
Well, that could explain why he was so agitated last night, but why had he taken his frustration out on her?
"Org might be unable to use his right arm for a while. He was lucky the knife didn’t hit his lungs or a vital organ."
Agara had questions since leaving the Room of the Gone, but he had refrained from asking. Now, he could no longer hold back.
"How did you find out the wound didn’t kill him? We have strong senses, yet we couldn’t hear his pulse."
Ren smiled. "My physician master used to study bodies and always summoned when it was about poison. Whatever I know, I owe him. So poisons show symptoms, but so don’t. So cause contractions, making others believe their loved ones are gone. The pulse decreases so much that it becos almost impossible to feel."
He put the vial down after forcing the bitter solution into Org’s mouth and closed it so he would swallow.
"You are so young to have studied corpses."
Ren’s eyes darkened. She knew that and had never gotten used to it. But it was her father’s demand that she use her intelligence to save more lives. To be useful not a burden.
"Unlike my sister, I wasn’t coddled. Expectations were higher for as the eldest child."
She shouldn’t have said that, but who cared? That family of hers was nothing like what people presud. They didn’t know how evil her stepmother was.
"How could you recognize the poison? It was mixed so masterfully that even I couldn’t detect it."
"Do you rember the bracelet that locked my power? It burned my wrist and left red scars, just like the knife that stabbed him. And guess what? The flesh in that area wasn’t dead or rotten. When I checked his tongue, I realized the poison hadn’t reached his heart yet because his body was still fighting it."
"Why are you... talking... about hard... things here?"
As they spoke, Org slowly opened his eyes. His breathing was still ragged, but he was awake, which ant his body had stabilized and begun healing.
"Sorry for disturbing your sleep, Gamma Orgeve. I’m quite talkative," Ren joked.
"Ah, I’m thirsty."
"Well, that’s normal. Here, take so water."
Healer Rigo helped him take a few sips, but Org coughed and spat them out. Ren imdiately took out her handkerchief and wiped his mouth.
"Slow down. Your throat feels like a burning hell right now. I know," Ren suggested and sat back in the chair.
"Luna is right, don’t push yourself to heal faster. She brought you back from that fucking limbo you were dropped in. We thought you were dead. We almost..."
"Burned ," he finished.
Silence fell for a mont before Org panicked. "You didn’t inform my clan, did you?"
"No, we were about to send a white crow but waited because of her examination."
Ren was startled by how distressed he seed. "Why are you so scared?"
"They... cast out...when I was born because I was a gamma... not an alpha wolf. My King raised ," he caught his breath and added, "I don’t want them to see die."
Wow. They had cast out an infant over such a trivial matter. This land had its own cruelty that she had yet to face.
"Oh, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked."
He shook his head and groaned as he tried to stretch. "I feel like I’ve been smashed under the feet of giants."
"Can you feel your right arm?" Ren asked.
"It’s itching and..."
A knock on the door interrupted him.
"Co in, please."
Siamon entered with Gloria, who carried a tray with a wooden bowl of broth on it.
"Let’s pray you’ve brought at too," Org muttered.
Ren was amazed at his progress. The redy seed to work like magic on werewolves, accelerating the healing process.
"Eat this first, then feast like a beast at dinner. Tomorrow night, we have a celebration ahead of us. You can choke yourself with food then," Siamon grumbled.
After leaving the Gamma’s quarters, Ren saw Arkilla waiting outside, her face pale. "How is he?"
"Are you worried about him or ?" Ren jested.
Arkilla flushed and, with a shaky voice, said, "Both!"
"I see! Well, why didn’t you co to check on him?"
She shrugged. "Females aren’t allowed in the males’ quarters."
Ren snorted. She was as much in the female category as Gloria and this girl.
Gloria leaned in and whispered in Ren’s ear, "In case of lust and unwanted babies, you know, my lady?"
Her face was embarrassed as she said it, but soone had to.
Ren’s cheeks blushed. "Oh, I get it. That’s a good law, then." She made a face. "Let’s leave. By the way, Killa, he is fine. It will take ti for his right arm to regain full strength, but in general, he is feeling better."
"Whoa, I’m glad we have you. Otherwise, we would have..." She swallowed the rest of her sinister words.
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