Tasting All My Mates

200-Broken Trust

“Enya! What do we do now?” Lazlo was just standing by the side and not helping at all. I get it. He was panicking, but we needed to rush to get him help.

“Okay! Wait!” I took a deep breath in and forced Zander out of the bed to sit him down on the floor. “Christina has his medicines,” I uttered, snapping my fingers and getting up to sprint back to the room to get the small bag with his medicines inside.

“Hurry up! Enya, hurry up!” I was talking to myself hesitantly while looking for the bag. Once I got my hands on it, I went back to the room and sat down to open it.

“Th––is!” He faintly pointed at the bottle containing some mixture. So she was injecting this into his body. I saw the torn tag on the bottle before I could have even filled it in the injection.

“Are you sure she gives you this?” I just lost it. I asked him, my breathing slowing down while holding the bottle as he nodded.

“Enya! Just inject it in him,” Lazlo yelled out of desperation. Zander was turning blue from the lack of oxygen. But I would not inject this thing into him.

“It is poison!” I finally snapped at Lazlo for forcing me to do. He stepped back and met the wall while Zander started coughing some more blood.

“W–hat?” Lazlo wasn‘t even loud anymore. His body seemed to have forgotten to react to the announcement.

“Zander!” I shoved the medicine back in the bag and made Zander straighten his back. I cupped his face in his hands and made him listen to me.

his cold body. He was fighting to free his face to fight for air,

I needed

requested, and I noticed his body forcing him to obey me. The

could to comfort him for now. If only he survives this moment, I can tell him to not take

his body

I said, and he repeated it after me. I found him tearing up and letting out a miserable whimper before he held in

I had calmed him

head back and

sister feeding you poison?” Lazlo, who had been waiting for him

when he reached for the bag and shoved the

and got up to walk all the way to the

but then she gives me the cure too.” The fact

“Zander!” I sighed.

leaving his eyes were a sign that he was only fooling himself with those lies. Imagine

bad for him. I reckoned his wolf was hurting, but I didn‘t want to do anything that would hurt Thiago

Lazlo broke the awkward silence and suggested help. We walked him back to the room, and while Lazlo grabbed the sheet to take it to the bathroom, I stood

muscles were sore; I fathomed. He would