The werewolf warrior, having faithfully delivered Victor to Allison, knew that he was leaving him in capable hands. Allison, the one Victor had imprinted on, was the only a safe haven for him in this time of need. "Please take care of him," the warrior pleaded, his tone conveying the urgency and importance of the request.
With a final nod, he turned and dashed back into the fray, rejoining the battle that raged on without respite.
Allison, understanding the gravity of the situation, knelt beside Victor. Her presence, a comforting and stabilizing force, was exactly what he needed. She whispered words of encouragement, her hands gently tending to his wounds.
In her care, Victor was more than a formidable Alpha; he was someone dear and precious, someone worth fighting and caring for. After all, he was her Mate.
