Chapter 117: _ I’m Coming
Rhett went over to where Kylo was being held by a young man whom Rhett decided might be his friend.
He scooped his son into his arms and surged forward, ignoring the throbbing pain in his arm from the recent scuffle. He headed straight to Aceco as the weight of his son’s condition grounded him in a way the chaos hadn’t.
On getting to Aceco, who stood amidst the carnage like an oasis of peace, he pleaded, "Aceco, please. You have to save him."
Aceco, with her silver hair shimmering in the moonlight, met his agitated gaze with a serene smile. "Calm yourself, Gamma Rhett. I came not just for one, but to heal all who are wounded."
Then, she gestured towards a nearby shade. "Lay them there, in a line. I will work my magic on all of them."
Rhett dropped Kylo with Aceco and barked out orders to the soldiers to gather the injured. "You heard the woman! Gather the injured on a line. I want the heavily injured ones in the front. The line should be formed according to the intensity of wounds!"
With obedience, everyone desperate for healing began to gather. The fey were the ones who stood up first because, unlike the werewolves, they couldn’t heal fast. Their bodies were like that of humans except for the magic in their blood.
Although, some of them were taming their wounds with their magic but none could heal like Aceco.
Rhett’s heart bled when he saw the amount of pack soldiers that were injured. Thankfully, none of the children were hurt, not even Isleen’s son who couldn’t get under the shield.
As if on cue, a cry pierced through the night. "My mother! She needs healing too!" It was Liam, shaking with Isleen whose head was on his legs, without motion.
Rhett began to dig his dagger into his lap. Why didn’t he just stay with her and protect her? How could he let her be this wounded?