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.

before

part of our

looked up at me

Mila Hathaway, help my grandfather.

reached for

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

the rest of my

not a healer,” I said, shaking my

I heard Alpha Chandler call you a witch. My grandfather has taught me a lot about healing and he said that

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

also pleaded, her voice

can to

many eyes were on me. So

Sighing, I finally nodded.

was a powerful healer and I was her niece. Maybe I had some of her powers. And the spellbook was bound to have healing

I can do, if anything. But I agree, we can’t

come with me. We headed

dug the spellbook out of my belongings and started flipping through it. There were so many plants in

taught some

showed me

you know about

helped him pick more herbs. He

don’t have any medicines with us and our own healer is

“That’s okay…”

that grow around

He nodded.

any plants that are available around this region. Preferably

spellbook. He creased

in any

plants and I’ve written their common names

a piece of paper to start copying down the herbs he thought would

on the opposite side of the room. He didn’t say

notebook and started flipping through it. Ever since Soren got injured and Eros gave him the wrong plant medicine, I’d been keeping my own notebook of mixtures, poultices, and tonics that were good

in a situation again where Soren was hurt

from my notebook and circled the ingredients that we had in the pack

eyes were scrunched up and

good list of herbs here. They’re all local and I know where the

“Let me see.”

paper. Quickly, I glanced over the herbs he’d

I had

know about plant substitutions?” I asked. I showed Enzo the herbs in my recipes we’d need

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 same properties. We can swap all these out with this one

the herbs as

nodded and scribbled down some

And you can gather these

know just

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

wounds because I wasn’t sure

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

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

and handed

couple of ingredients that he