MADDOX
The Sire must have been sure that he wouldn’t need help because I didn’t come across any resistance on the way to the car. I was prepared to deal with them, but given the shape that Langston was in, I was glad I didn’t have to put him down to fight anyone. He was dripping blood from several wounds that weren’t healing as they should, and his back wasn’t mending. I’d heard of this happening before. I was pretty sure that he’d been hurt so badly, his body couldn’t keep up, and it was shutting down. So, at the brink of death, Langston wasn’t healing like a wolf.
As I reached our vehicle, my mind was spinning. Where could I take him that could actually help given his condition and what we are? Doctor Ron. I shifted Langston’s weight so I could reach down to grab my phone, and that’s
