*Zeke*
“Alpha, how do you feel?” Harold entered the room. It was time for my daily check up.
“I’m feeling fine.”
“Alpha, with all due respect, you might be downplaying this,” Mason interrupted, turning to Harold. “Master, Alpha still can’t shift, and it’s been three days. I thought the antidote should’ve been working by now.”
“The antidote works,” Harold explained to Mason patiently, “but the poison directly contacted Alpha’s open wound, which means it’ll take months for full recovery even with the antidote.”
“But—”
“It’s all good,” I interrupted my Gamma, “Harold has it all under control.”
“There must be a way to speed things up!” Mason urged.
Harold explained to Mason in his usual calm and unhurried tone, “Gamma Mason, we’re lucky that this is already the best-case scenario. Thanks to the girl, most of the poison didn’t get into Alpha’s circulation system. Without her immediate response, Alpha might be paralyzed by now.”