29 | The Beast
Closer to Kiandah
Kiandah lives. She is shaking. My hands — my Alpha’s hands — cover the wound on her throat while I bend over her and drip thick ropes of venom directly into the wounds. It was not as deep as it looked. The wound on her back is, but it did not hit her most vital organs. She will live.
Kiandah lives.
And my rut has retreated enough for me to be able to relinquish control of this body back to Yaron. Just long enough for him to get her to safety.
Then I will return.
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