Dane's POV
The healer stood frozen for a moment, her eyes wide in pure shock.
"Y-your… mate?" she stammered, glancing at the unconscious woman on my bed like she was seeing a miracle. "Alpha Dane… are you certain?"
I didn't even blink.
"Yes," I said firmly. "I'm certain."
My wolf growled in approval, pacing inside me like a protective beast ready to tear down mountains.
The healer swallowed, shook herself out of her trance, and rushed to the bed. She placed her bag down and leaned over my mate, checking her pulse, her breathing, and her skin temperature.
All the while, I couldn't stop staring at her.
My mate.
Her lashes fluttered slightly when the healer lifted her wrist. Her lips parted softly when the healer checked her breathing. A quiet whimper escaped her throat when the healer touched the silver collar.
The healer hissed softly. "Who put this on her?"
"Alpha Malvin," I said sharply. "Or someone from his pack."
