Treating

Chester.

We finally reached my pack. I wasted no time as I rushed in and met my sister, Mia.

"Call the pack doctor right away. Get moving!" I scream at her.

I’m aware that I’m not meant to scream at her. She is innocent, but what should I do? My mate is dying right in front of my eyes. I rush into our bedroom, carefully positioning my mate on the bed.

"You’re going to be alright, love. Please be patient. Don’t leave me alone," I say, clutching her hands, which have already turned cold. The pack doctor soon arrives with Mia.

"Doctor Andrés, please check on her," I implore. "Please check on my mate."

My mate has pale skin and scars from head to toe. Her lips are stained and broken open as well. She’s barely awake and doesn’t reply to anything I say. I’m frightened about her, and I’m starting to feel panicked. My pulse rate has increased, and my breathing has become shallow.

It’s nearly impossible to look at her without wanting to kill that jerk over and over again. I’m both enraged and