†Noca's POV†
The boy had stopped jerking on the bed. Compared to the pain I'd felt earlier when he was, I felt nothing now, as if a strange calm had settled over my chest. It was like cold water poured across a burning field. And the claws of panic and the awful, gnawing pain that had eaten at me a moment ago had miraculously stilled.
Ariadne seized that silence to remind me how we needed every means to save him. And as much as a part of me wanted him to die, as much as I wanted to let fate take what my bloodline was said never to touch, I found myself without choice. I had to find a way to save him. To save what my bloodline was said could not save because it wasn't "pure."
"What do you mean by that?" I snapped at the old healer. He had gone visibly tense the second those words left his lips.
"Alpha…" he stammered, his eyes flicking to Ariadne, who stood by us in the room. He couldn't form more. As if my presence strangled the words in his throat.
