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 an

of our

them. He looked

help my grandfather.

reached for

have been young, but he had fierce determination in his eyes. He clearly didn’t care what

rest of my life. To serve you if

not a healer,” I said,

witch. My grandfather has taught me a lot about

times, keeping his tears back. How could

pleaded, her voice brimming with

do whatever we can

eyes were on me. So much

Sighing, I finally nodded.

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

But I agree, we can’t just sit here and do nothing.

me. We headed upstairs to my

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

been taught some healing?”

me some

you know about

more herbs. He taught me plants and

don’t have any medicines with us and our own healer is away. So, we need to make everything

“That’s okay…”

that grow around

He nodded.

journal and pick out any plants that are available around this region. Preferably the ones that

spellbook. He

in any language I

There are pictures of the plants and I’ve written

gave him a piece of paper to start copying down the herbs he

the room. He didn’t say anything, just

it. Ever since Soren got injured and Eros gave him the wrong plant medicine, I’d been keeping my own

didn’t want to be in a situation again where Soren was hurt and I couldn’t

and circled the ingredients that we had in the pack

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

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

“Let me see.”

my hand out and Enzo passed me the paper. Quickly, I glanced

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

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

all the properties an herb has and then makes

at the herbs as he spoke about

scribbled down some notes

can gather these three herbs

know

sure we collect the right ones… we had a mishap recently where

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

names and a few other descriptions. With the pictures,

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

nodded and handed

pointed out a couple of