Jason's POV
That was the only way about it; letting her go for a while so I can have her in the end.
After the fight with Alpha Damien of Darkclaw pack, I knew that I just had to step up my game, gain more strength. The fatal unhealing deepcut close to my heart is enough reminder.
I chuckled at his deadly attempt to show his hatred.
As if fighting with a sword wasn't enough, he had made a tricky move by coating his sword with the most rare and lethal poison in our world.
"It's time to dress your wound, Alpha Jason," the head of the pack's doctors and also the oldest werewolf in the pack said as he entered with two of his assistants, almost as old as his two hundred years old self.
I turned away from where I was seated facing the garden.
"You can't be moving around so quickly,
