Chapter 63

"Enough with the goodbyes! Betrayer, come with me at once," Damian commanded the white wolf, who was still tending to others' wounds, a sinister glint in his eyes.

The scent of blood dissipated from the air, replaced by an intriguing mix of aromas he had never encountered before. Dominating the blend were notes of rosemary and peppermint, followed by an unusual yet harmonious combination of eucalyptus leaves and night-blooming flowers, with a hint of lavender lingering in the wind.

Fixing his gaze on the source of the scent—the members of the Scarlett Pack—he observed that the wounds Alicia had licked were healing as if by magic, bathed in the moonlight and the dim orange glow of the streetlamps outside the pack house. It seemed that his mate possessed a peculiar ability to heal wounds, a secret she had kept not only from him but also from Tobias and any members of the Wilton Family. No, she might reveal that secret to Alpha Martin. Probably her healing ability could heal Martin's can