Raiden POV
I had never healed anyone apart from myself, especially not anyone who was so close to death before, and I could feel it draining me of all my energy with every passing second. Neve’s mate, who I now know as Kafele, had sustained horrific injuries. Silver bullets had pierced his lungs, ripped through his muscles and one was lodged in his stomach. The silver had entered his bloodstream and was poisoning him with every beat of his faltering heart. He had an arrow wound that had also been tipped with silver in his thigh and another in his shoulder. He was a mess and without me healing him in time, he was a dead man.
My hands were shaking as I used my magic to dislodge another bullet in haste and threw it to the floor.
“Please Raiden… please save him,” Neve was whimpering next
