Chapter 75

Valen POV

I placed Everly in the waiting ambulance, ordering Marcus to watch Valarian for me since he remained behind with Zoe. Once we got to the hospital, Emily was placed in an induced coma; they had no idea what was wrong with her, just know that Forsaken saliva was poisonous; the amount of bacteria they carried had baffled us for years. We weren’t sure what changed in their DNA once made forsaken, which is part of the reason our city rarely banishes those out. Everly was slowly healing and had drips coming out of her everywhere and antibiotics. The infection ravaging her body was mild, and the few wounds I received had already healed.

I had noticed that forsaken bites had never really affected me, something to do with the genetic mutation in my bloodline, which was now shared with Valarian. Everly, however, didn’t share it, although her marking me seemed to have some effect on her ability to heal a little quicker, whereas Emily was knocking at death’s door.

One of the pack doctors came in. He was an older man around my father’s age, with grey hair tied at the back of his neck and growing a short beard. He walks in carrying Everly’s notes in his hands. I had been sitting here for three days now, waiting for her to wake up. At least now, she had a bit more color about her.

He checks the charts on the end of her bed before hooking another bag of something to her drip. “She is doing much better. I suppose she has you to thank for that. Although she would heal a lot faster if you marked her,” Doc says to me.

“I know you don’t want to mark her against her will. But Alpha, I am sure given the circumstance, she would understand, ” Doc says when I go to protest.

“You said she is doing better,” I tell him, and he nods, “She is, but she isn’t out of the woods yet. You know how forsaken bites go. One minute they are fine, then the next,” He doesn’t finish, instead, looking at Everly worriedly. I scrub my hands down my face before rubbing my eyes that felt like sandpaper.