NARRATOR

A warrior suddenly stood up, raising the alarm, and everyone else followed, tense—until the familiar scents reached their noses.

“They’re here!”

When the bushes parted, Drakkar appeared carrying Nana, and Lyra had shifted back into her human form.

“They’re okay!”

“Lyra, we did the TEP and it worked!” Lyra smiled—of course she knew it had worked.

“Oh, heavens! It’s Nana!”

Amid the excitement of the reunion, they noticed the limp body Drakkar was carrying.

They quickly laid her down on some furs by the fire, but the Omega was trembling uncontrollably.

That’s when Lyra realized the wolf’s condition was worse than it seemed.

Nana was dying.

“Quick, bring me some leaves shaped like this…!”

She grabbed a stick and started drawing in the dirt, recalling everything she’d found during her expedition with Drakkar.

Some men jumped into action and left to gather the medicinal herbs.

“Someone has to feed her blood—preferably a strong male,” Lyra instructed, but obviously it would