Pregnant I left him To His First Love by Collins Patrick

Chapter 65

Chapter

65

The night was eerie and dark, the hoots of the owls sounding through the dense forest path, the trees hummed a melodic yet scary hum until the forest's rhythm was broken by the loud painful grunt of a man.

Dry blood coated every inch of his skin like a tattoo even as crimson red liquid spilled out of a wound from his torso, running down his legs who despite their tiredness refused to stop running.

It was Tatum and securely clutched in his arms a pouch and in it

Was was a young sprout of the dry scorpion lily.

Getting it wasn't easy but it was worth it.

Getting into the enemy pack and securing the herb was the easy part but because of how rare they are, they had the place boobie trapped and he was struck by a poisoned spear whose wounds he can't seem to heal from even after days on the road.

wolf was most affected by the poison and he could not shift. The enemies were still hot on his heels after a fierce one to many battle as he was escaping that saw him sustain multiple injuries and he had to avoid the cities

old cottage, a short distance from his pack borders, heaving with ragged breaths,

and a tall lanky man with huge transparent goggles stood in front of him, eyes curt yet

he had barely said when Tatum collapsed

eyes, a pungent smell filled his nose but

body had been cleaned and he could see green mush underneath the gauze wrapped

was a renowned medical practitioner who quit the profession to dive

sat up, his eyes darting to the little test tube Alfred was swirling over

"Is it ready yet?"

had gotten here even just a minute late, the blood oak pack would have

wanted to live, not because he valued his own life so much but because in that moment, Leila came to him, she finally smiled at him again, she held his arms, cradled his head in her laps, she told him that she loved him and she wanted him to fight, for her and

have all been a product of his imagination but he found renewed strength as he realised he truly did not want Leila

you have for your Luna?" Alfred asks rhetorically, dipping

the feeling he has? Does

the thought of being without her increasingly discomforts

with her? But she doesn't love him, she made that clear enough and is making it so clear with her incessant demands