Rodrigo's heavy footsteps echoed across the stone courtyard as he approached Seven, his hands folded into fists by his side.
"Alpha?"
Seven's loud voice rang through the estate the moment he caught sight of him. The soldiers scattered across the grounds froze, all eyes turning to him in surprise.
"You… you're awake?" Seven stared at Rodrigo as though he were looking at a ghost. About an hour ago, the Alpha was near death. His gaze instinctively dropped to Rodrigo's abdomen, searching for the fatal injury.
The wound was completely gone. Not a single scar remained. Nothing. It was as if the toxic arrow had never pierced his flesh at all. Seven's lips parted, but no words came out. He had seen the puncture refuse to close. He knew the sharp scent of wolfsbane. How was the man standing here, unhurt?
Rodrigo stopped right before him. Around them, the surrounding soldiers instantly lowered their heads in respect.
"Alpha," they murmured in unison.
