Chapter 95. A Bitter Turn

I swallowed and summoned every ounce of calm I could muster, calling out softly to Daniel. “It’s all right,” I said, my voice steady despite my pounding heart. “They can heal her.”

His head snapped toward us, then jerked back as he refocused on the Alpha. Relief washed over me—he’d heard our offer and understood we meant no harm.

I gave Grant a quick nod, and together we closed the gap to Elizabeth. I sank to my knees beside her, gently tilting her head back. Her eyes fluttered, unfocused, and a hoarse whimper escaped her parted lips. My heart constricted.

“It’s going to be okay,” I whispered, brushing a lock of hair from her forehead. “Just hold on.”

In an almost synchronized movement, Savannah knelt at Elizabeth’s wrist and drew a sharp, glinting blade across the vein in her wrist. Blood welled up instantly, and she pressed her a