The Great Healer's heart thumped at the sharp gaze, his body freezing from the bleak coldness within their depths. His surroundings span, the jumping veins at his temples fueling his panic. It was only when Ramose looked away from him that he returned to his senses.
"Haha...of course, Werewolf King. You can donate your blood to your mate." Wiping the cold sweat off his forehead, he swallowed dryly before nervously breaking into strained laughter.
'I must have lost my mind to speak against the Werewolf King's decision.'
"Olsen, order your pack out of the room. During treatment, I don't want any distractions." He agitatedly said.
"Yes, Great Healer. Pack, you are free to leave for now. Just remain on standby for emergency aid."
"Yes, commander!" The four males immediately dispersed, leaving the room with only Olsen, the Great Healer, and Ramose, who went back to gazing at the unconscious female on the bed.
