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Albert's POV Anxiety, anger, worry. In the past few days, a myriad of negative emotions had been piling up in my chest, making it hard to breathe. But I knew I couldn't falter; I had a mission to save Delia. After bringing the unconscious Delia back to her father's pack house and into the medical room, I kept her secluded. For these past few days, I'd been transfusing her with my own blood, hoping for her to regain consciousness as soon as possible. Initially, Delia had been deathly pale and barely breathing, but with the continuous transfusions, her condition had stabilized, and her color had improved slightly. After ensuring that her body could handle it, with the help of a doctor, I removed the knife that had been stuck in her. As the blade was pulled out, a fresh wave of blood