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 an

part of our pack. Get

He looked up at me with pleading

Miss Mila Hathaway, help my grandfather. Please, I beg

reached for

but he had fierce determination in his eyes. He clearly didn’t care what the others had

repay you for the rest of my life. To serve you if you

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

several times, keeping his tears back. How could I turn

him, please!” Angelica also pleaded, her voice brimming with

do whatever we can to assist,”

on me. So

Sighing, I finally nodded.

And the spellbook was

can’t just sit here and do nothing. Come with

with me. We headed upstairs to my room and Soren followed close

There were so many plants in there and

taught some

showed me some

you know

herbs. He taught me plants and

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

“That’s okay…”

grow around

He nodded.

available around this region. Preferably the ones that

the spellbook. He

any language

okay. There are pictures of the plants and

gave him a piece of paper to start copying down the

the room.

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

to be in a situation again where Soren was hurt

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

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

local and I know where

“Let me see.”

passed me the paper. Quickly, I glanced

Charlse but I had to make some substitutions

I showed Enzo the herbs in my

Grandpa tells me all the properties an herb has and

pointed at the herbs as he spoke about

and scribbled down some notes on

And you can gather these three

know just the

I 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

didn’t go into details about Eros mistreating Soren’s wounds because

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

wounds and promote healing. We’ll also make a potion to keep any infections out of his blood,”

nodded and handed the recipe

a couple of