Chapter 11: Alone with the Alpha

‘It’s nothing personal old friend. We will meet again in battle. Blackstone will be mine.”

These were the only words Blake Devlin sent by messenger to claim responsibility for the attack on the pack.

Desiree was privy to them as she’d been by the alpha’s side since he’d returned wounded from the fight. Malcolm had carried the Alpha along with two others into the house and up the stairs to his room. Desiree was asked to help undress him and tend to his wounds until the doctor could arrive.

Watching his blood pour from a bite to his side gutted Desiree as she cleaned out dirt and dressed it before wrapping makeshift bandages torn from sheets around the wound with Malcolm’s help to add pressure.

She’d changed the bandages three times that day before the doctor came to close the wound. But by then, infection had set in and Declan passed out from fever the doctor was only able to temporarily reduce with medicines.