Chapter Six

It was a race against time to save Ronin’s life. The mansion had a fully equipped medical wing but was too far from the fighting pit. Instead, Ronin was brought to one of the many cabins used by wolves during long periods of training. Caius kicked open the door and heaved Ronin onto a wooden table in the center of the kitchen. A tall lanky Delta rushed in with a medical kit, Thaddeus and Lucien in tow.

They surrounded Ronin, staring at the ghastly canyon that was carved into his chest. It was barely held together by Caius’s pale hands. Any deeper and they would be able to see his heart.

“You have to remove your hands, Caius.”

“Doctor Reynolds, I can’t.” His golden eyes glowed with pain, “ I think he nicked something major.”

“Caius. The doctor can’t help if you’re in the way.” Thaddeus eyed the corners of the wound that showed minuscule signs of healing, “See? He’s already begun to heal.”

Caius growled, feeling Ronin's heart fluttering against his palms, “Okay. On three.”

A quick count