Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Chapter 754

Chapter 99 : Nothing is More Beautiful

Angelica ran back inside and gave Soren an imploring look.

“We need to get Charles to a bed. Can he come in?”

“Of course. There is a room at the top of the hall,” Soren said.

Several women and elders came through the door, carrying an even older man. He was unconscious and pale with white, messy hair. He had to be at least sixty years old.

His arms were covered in bloody scratches, some really deep, and his pats were torn with similar scratches on his legs. Something had worked him over really well.

“Oh no!” a woman sobbed, covering her mouth.

“Charles! No, please not Charles!”

“Get him upstairs to a bed,” I said, pointing to the stairs. “You should call in your healer immediately.”

The people carrying Charles paused looked at me like I was crazy. But if Charles didn’t get help soon, he would be dead!

Lilian cleared her throat. “Elder Charles is our healer. He’s… none of us can help him…”

I frowned and my stomach sank. No wonder he was so important to them and why his condition upset them.

“How did he get injured?” I asked.

They started carrying Charles back upstairs but Lilian, Angelica, and several others stayed downstairs with me.

“The last we heard, Charles went to the temple mountains looking for more survivors. He thought there would be Norwind warriors that could use his help after the explosion. He must have gotten injured…” Lilian explained.

Angelica sighed and looped an arm around herself.

“If Elder Charles dies…” She sniffled and covered her mouth with her hand.

I could see how heartbroken she was in her eyes. There were other sniffles from women in the crowd. Charles was well loved and clearly a symbol of hope in the pack. If he died, I worried their entire spirit would be destroyed.

This group had lost their warriors, their defenses, their families, their food, and now… their healer was down. How could they survive as a pack going forward? Were they even a pack anymore?

“Everyone should stop crying!” A young voice echoed in the hall, loudly and clearly. “My grandfather isn’t dead yet. We can save him!”

Instantly, the women stopped sobbing and sniffling.

From the crowd came a young man. He was only about fourteen or fifteen years old. He was tall and lanky, hadn’t grown into himself yet, his eyes brimming with tears. He held his breath as he came toward me and I could tell he was trying not to let his tears fall.

The boy examined Charles’ wound. After a while, he sighed and bowed his head.

His grandfather might have been training him to be a healer, I guessed based on the other’s reactions.

However, Charles’s wounds were beyond the boy’s skill level. I could see it in his eyes.

The boy’s jaw tightened and he came over to me and Soren, his face set in a firm, determined mask.

He met my eyes for a moment and dropped down on one knee in front of me.

I bit my lip and looked at Soren. What was this kid doing? He didn’t owe me any respect or fealty.

“Enzo, what are you doing?” someone from his pack asked.

kneel before

part of our pack.

boy, Enzo, ignored them. He looked up at me

Mila Hathaway, help my grandfather. Please, I beg

reached for

in his eyes. He clearly didn’t care what the

to repay you for the rest of my

a healer,” I said,

Alpha Chandler call you a witch. My grandfather has taught me a lot about healing and he said that witches are powerful people, with

Enzo’s eyes turned red. He blinked several times, keeping his tears back. How could I turn

pleaded, her voice brimming

whatever we can

eyes were on

Sighing, I finally nodded.

was her niece. Maybe I had some of her powers. And the spellbook was bound to have healing magic in it, and some recipes for medicines that

can do, if anything. But I agree, we can’t just sit here and do nothing. Come with me,

to come with me. We headed

belongings and started flipping through it. There were so many plants in there and I didn’t know which

taught some healing?” I

showed me some

know

him pick more herbs. He taught me plants and their properties.” Enzo

because we don’t have any medicines with us and our own healer is away. So, we need to make everything from scratch. It’ll take a

“That’s okay…”

that grow around this region?” I

He nodded.

pick out any plants that are available around this region.

Enzo the spellbook. He

not in any

the plants and

him a piece of paper to

side of the room.

Soren got injured and Eros gave him the wrong

a situation again where

spell recipes from my notebook and circled the ingredients that we had in the

hours. His eyes were scrunched up and his tongue stuck out the corner of

a good list of herbs here. They’re all local

“Let me see.”

I glanced over the herbs he’d selected. Then I looked at my different

that would work for Charlse but I had to make some substitutions with the herbs Enzo would

I asked. I showed Enzo the herbs in my recipes we’d need to

we go out herb gathering, Grandpa tells me all the properties an herb has and then makes me list

at the herbs as he

scribbled down some notes

can gather these three

know just

closed the journal, “Let me just draw up pictures to make sure we collect the right ones… we had a mishap recently where the wrong herb

Eros mistreating Soren’s wounds because I wasn’t sure if Enzo would be interested at

out the plants we’d need, along with their names and a few other descriptions. With the pictures, Payne, Thomas, or some of our men could go with Enzo and

poultice to put on the wounds and promote healing. We’ll also make a potion to keep any infections out of his

and handed the recipe page

out a couple of ingredients