39-2: Cherry

Jason was now completely unable to breathe. He had found himself lying on his stomach, his fingernails scratching the tiles as if trying to cling to life.

However, standing in front of the healer's sprawled body, Alpha Black and the nurse continued to talk in low voices.

"Why isn't he awake yet?" grumbled Alpha Black, glancing toward Harry.

The nurse looked stoically at her Alpha and ran a hand over her eyes.

"The levels of poison in his body were particularly high. Whether it was the dosage of wolfsbane or the density of silver used. Whoever commissioned the prowler was intent on killing Alpha Harry instantly," the nurse began cautiously before falling silent.

Alpha Black had clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles cracked. Then, gradually, the dull rage that had clouded his mind subsided. He crossed his arms over his chest and nodded with satisfaction.

"He's not as weak as I thought," grumbled Black.

The nurse raised an eyebrow before giving a mocking laugh.

"Alpha