Chapter 104 - Maribele

Lycaon is unable to stop the blood that insists on coming out of Reed's wounds. He had 5 deep stab wounds in each leg, and if he hadn't been a werewolf, he probably would have died from Exsanguination. But the stab wounds were made with a silver knife. They didn't seem to want to heal and Reed was in great pain.

Reed and his big heart tried to rest Laycon between being awake and losing consciousness.

- I'm fine. Don't make that face. You saved me.

But Lycaon didn't feel like he had saved Reed. Yes, he, by a stroke of luck, had beaten Claudius, but the damage he had done was terrible. If he did nothing, Reed would have difficulty walking for the rest of his life, and the pain would probably stay with him forever.

Damn silver and the curse it was for his kind.

He understood that even a species like his needed something to control it. The silver, the wolfsbane, was the weakest point of the werewolves.

- I can't call the pack doctor. That would raise many questions, and at this point, I d