The Alpha's Unclaimed Mate (Jason and Laila) by Caroline Above Story novel Chapter 217

Jason’s POV

Vanessa slumped in my arms, and my heart cracked down the middle, in time with a nearby lightning strike. Leaning forward, I tried to use my body to shield hers from the rain as much as I could, but she was already soaked through. The blood poured from her back, sinking into the dirt and mud all around us.

Her wound was gruesome, a deep slash across the full length of her back from the top of her left shoulder to the back of her right hip. In places, it seemed down to the bone. It bled and bled, and wasn’t healing, not scabbing at all.

Vanessa was a werewolf. She had been in wolf form just now. She should be healing. Even the weakest werewolves had some kind of increased healing factor.

That she wasn’t healing at all told me how the wound had been made.

Silver.

I wasn’t a healer, and I had no emergency supplies anyway. As much as I wanted to rush the way Vanessa had come from, find whoever did this, and tear their throat out, to do so would be leaving Vanessa to bleed out in the mud.

We were in the middle of the forest, and I didn’t have my phone. I couldn’t even call emergency.

For now, all I could do was bundle Vanessa up against me, ignoring the warm trail of blood that was staining my clothes. I turned to where I knew the hospital was, and I ran.

I had to stay human to keep holding her, which was frustrating for both my wolf and me. We would move faster in wolf form, but I’d have to way to hold her like that.

For now, this had to be the way. This was the only way.

I pushed my human legs harder than I ever had before, desperate to get to the hospital before it was too late. Vanessa was so pale, her eyes shut, her long eyelashes fanning, catching rainwater.

In her final moments, she whispered to me Ava’s name.

Did that mean Ava was in trouble too? I didn’t know what to do. How I would find her.

If I could get Vanessa to the hospital, if she could wake up, then maybe she could tell me what was going on.

But I was no fool. I had seen my fair share of battles and fights. Silver wounds did not heal. Even at the hospital, Vanessa might simply bleed out and die, never waking up.

A pit opened in my stomach, and I had to fight to keep going at my full pace, to not give into despair.

I wasn’t a healer. I couldn’t assume anything until I heard the words from a healer’s mouth.

Eventually, after far too long a journey, even moving faster in my human form than I ever had in my life, I arrived at the hospital. I flew into the emergency area and shouted, “Help! She’s been stabbed with silver!”

At once, the receptionist stood up. She rushed into the backrooms. Two seconds later, a whole team of healers rushed out, one pushing a gurney.

Vanessa was taken from me and put on the gurney. Immediately blood coated it.

Gods. Was there nothing he could do?

They didn’t say a word to him, or if they did, he didn’t hear it. Instead, they wheeled the gurney back through the doors of the emergency rooms, and likely the operating rooms beyond.

I stood there, watching, my hands still out like they were when I had been holding her. Her blood was crusting on my damp

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