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

looked

Hathaway, help my grandfather. Please, I beg

reached for my

been young, but he had fierce determination in his eyes. He clearly

of my life. To

healer,” I

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

red. He blinked several times, keeping his tears back. How

him, please!” Angelica also pleaded,

we can to

were on

Sighing, I finally nodded.

Maybe I had some of her powers. And the spellbook was bound to have

we can’t just sit here

come with me. We headed upstairs to my room

the spellbook out of my belongings and started flipping through it. There were so many plants in there and I didn’t know

been taught some

me

you know about

pick more herbs. He taught

medicines with us and our own healer is away. So, we need to make everything from scratch.

“That’s okay…”

that grow around this region?”

He nodded.

any plants that are available around this region. Preferably

handed Enzo the spellbook.

in any language I

pictures of the plants and I’ve written their common names

of paper to start copying

side of the

Ever since Soren got injured and Eros gave him the wrong plant

again where Soren was hurt and I couldn’t

copied down a few spell recipes from my notebook and circled the ingredients that we had in

after a couple of hours. His eyes were scrunched up and his tongue stuck out the corner of his mouth in

herbs here. They’re all local and I know where the best places are to find

“Let me see.”

held my hand out and Enzo passed me the paper. Quickly, I glanced over the herbs he’d selected. Then

Charlse but I had to make some substitutions with the herbs Enzo would be able

you know about plant substitutions?” I asked. I showed Enzo the

I know a lot. Every time we go out herb gathering, Grandpa tells me all the properties an herb has and then makes me list off other herbs that have the

pointed at the herbs as

scribbled down some notes on the

And you can gather these

know

“Let me just draw up pictures to make sure we collect the right ones… we

wounds because I wasn’t sure if Enzo would

of paper and sketched out the plants we’d need, along with their names and a few other descriptions. With the pictures, Payne, Thomas, or some

a poultice to put on the wounds and promote healing. We’ll also make a potion to keep any infections out of his blood,” I told Enzo. “Take a look. Based on your knowledge, is

handed

pointed out a couple