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But it also short-circuits the brain.
Drago looks at his detached arm in front of him, then at me. “That should probably hurt, shouldn’t it?”
And whatever I was before, I’m not now.
Horror grips me, and I fall to my knees with him. “Healer! We need a healer right fucking now!” I scream.
Chapter25
Friend Glue
“They don’t have healers,Will. They haven’t developed here yet.”
I stare at Rafe, disbelief, horror, shock all fighting for control in my mind. This can’t be happening.
“Well, I’m sure as shit not taking him to a fucking human hospital. We need someone magical to fix this!”
The eerily stillness from before is gone and the other wolves have come out of hiding and tending to their dead.
No one pays attention to me or Drago.
And that makes me want to scream.
Jonah crouches next to me. “Sweetheart, you’re the most magical person in like three states right now. I think this is all you.”
Tears streak down my face. My hands shake and my stomach ties itself into knots. “I’m not a healer anymore, and I know fuck-all about what Claudia gave me. I can’t even find it.”
I can’t do this.
This can’t fall to me.
How am I supposed to fix this when I’m just a fucking omega?
I scream at the sky and Drago falls backward on his ass.
“Willa, you gotta do something. I’m getting lightheaded.”
I glance at him. His tanned skin has an ashen pallor, lips graying with the loss of blood.
I can’t lose him. I can’t lose a mate.
But I don’t know how to heal anymore. There’s no healer magic left in me. Tears stream so hard they meet under my chin. “I’m sorry—I can’t. I’m not a healer anymore.”
Rafe rushes to Drago’s side, ripping off his own shirt to put pressure on the remaining stump.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Drago. I-I wish I could—”
“We have to do something or he’s gonna bleed out,” Rafe hisses at Jonah.
Jonah pauses. “Vamps? Can we call them? Maybe they can seal the wound or something?”
Rafe nods. “Do it.”
Jonah pulls his phone out of his pocket and calls.
I lean close to Drago, wiping the sweat off his brow. “I’m so sorry. Sorry for all of this,” I whisper.
He furrows his brow. “Why are you sorry? You didn’t rocket launch yourself into the sky and yank my arm off, did you? I knew exactly what I was walking into when I went toe-to-toe with it. None of this is your fault, Willa. If anyone is to blame, it’s me for letting that scourge get in my head.”
