"Poison?" Alpha Mitch asked in a shaky voice.
He looked between Alpha Raul and the doctor, waiting for an explanation but the doctor had returned his attention to his patient. Alpha Raul looked away in guilt.
He had always used poisoned bullets and that's one way he had always won his wars.
But one thing he cannot reveal to Alpha Mitch was that the poison has no cure.
The Omega would slowly rot away. Before eventually losing his life.
Alpha Mitch watched closely and held Tristan's hand. The warmness in it was slowly slipping away.
"His hand is getting cold" he informed the doctor, fear stripping him of all his clarity of thought.
"Will the both of you please excuse me, I need to work in total silence. One is breathing down my neck and another is asking questions. Should I leave him to die?!" The doctor asked angrily.
His eyes looking at the two of them with disapproval.
