Chapter 81
Caden’s POV
I’m sitting on a chair placed beside my bed, gripping Alessia’s hand in mine, and praying to the Moon. goddess that she pulls through this.
According to the pack doctor, the knife that was used on both Alessia and Jake had been laced with a deadly venom that currently has no cure. It’s a venom that can only be created by the strongest witch and now that venom is running through Alessia’s and Jake’s veins, killing them from within.
Alessia didn’t inject much of the venom so the pack doctor is hoping that her supernatural healing will be enough to pull her through it. Jake isn’t so lucky.
The blade had stabbed him just below his heart and nothing short of the antidote will be able to save his life. They manage to revive him and have him shift back into his human form. I shudder as I remember the painful screams he had let out when his body had shifted back. It must have been excruciatingly painful, but the only way the pack doctor can decipher just how badly he’s hurt is to have him shift back into his human form. It was one of the few times that I’ve seen a man wring and twist on the bed as he probably prays for a quick death. He had to be given a sedative before he could fall asleep.
Sighing, my head drops on the bed, weariness tearing at me and wearing me down. I refuse to fall asleep and miss Alessia waking up or not be close to her when she needs something. That’s why I’ve been seated right beside her for the better part of a day. Yet, there’s still no sign of her waking her and I have my suspicions that the pack doctor is now avoiding me because I keep harassing him for any development on the antidote.

Standing up from the chair that probably has a permanent imprint of my a s s on it, I throw one last glance at Alessia’s lithe form on the bed and head for the door. Opening it softly, I slip out and shut it behind me.
Then I start walking with one destination in mind.
Pushing the metallic dopr leading to the dungeon open, I walk in and bask in the screams and yells coming from the man in the corner. A man that’s cowarding against the wall as Alex presses a hot rod into his shoulder.
I walk over to them and place a palm on Alex’s shoulder. “I’ll take it from here,” I say and smile darkly as the color in the man’s face drains away, his terror clear as day.
He throws up, bending at the waist with his palms planted on the dirty floor, but since he hasn’t been given any food in the day that he has been here, all that comes out of him is dry heaves.
Crunching my nose, I glance at the weakling in disgust before looking back at Alex. “Go keep watch at the boulders.”
He nods, walking over to the only table in the room and dropping the hot rod on top. He nods respectfully at me once more before he steps out of the dungeon, leaving me and that man alone.
The man quivers, tears rolling down his eyes as he presses his back into the wall behind him, probably

81 hoping to disappear from my line of view. I can’t exactly blame him for the way he’s acting. 80% 11:40 Ever since the attack, I’ve been visiting him hourly, inflecting tiny irrevocable injuries on him for every hour that Alessia doesn’t open her eyes.

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