She opened a cabinet, pulled on a surgical gown, and donned gloves.
No anesthesia was available, but he was unconscious. He can handle the pain.
With a pair of scissors, she carefully cut away Landon’s blood-soaked shirt. The bullet was dangerously close to his heart – one wrong move, and it could rupture.
She sterilized the scalpel and began extracting the bullet.
Despite being a hardened alpha, Landon awoke with a jolt of pain as the blade cut near his heart.
“What… are you doing?” he growled, glaring at the girl operating on him.
Tessa hadn’t expected him to wake up mid-surgery. Still, considering the extent of his injuries, it would’ve been more surprising if he hadn’t.
“If you want to live, don’t move,” she snapped, uninterested in arguing.
Landon gritted his teeth, letting out only a single groan as the scalpel cut deeper. For the rest of the procedure, he remained stoically silent.
It wasn’t until the bullet was removed that he finally passed out again.
“Impressive,” Tessa muttered, setting down the scalpel. Typical of a Nightshade Pack alpha to endure surgery without anesthesia.
With the life-threatening injury handled, Tessa used her Mind Link to summon her wolf, Emma.
“Emma, help me detoxify him.”
“Of course,” Emma responded softly.
Tessa placed her hand on Landon’s chest, and a gentle white light spread from her palm, enveloping his body.
Ten minutes later, the light faded.
“All done. The poison is gone,” Emma said kindly before retreating into silence.
This was typical of Emma, a rare White Wolf with healing abilities. She only appeared at Tessa’s command to avoid unnecessary complications.
“Thanks,” Tessa murmured.
With the poison neutralized and the bullet wound treated, Tessa left the rest to Landon’s natural healing abilities as a werewolf.
After all, he was the alpha of the Nightshade Pack. His regenerative powers would handle the remaining injuries…
When Landon regained consciousness, most of his injuries had healed.
Even the severe gunshot wound near his chest had been treated, though, being from a Silver Bullet, it wasn’t healing as quickly as the rest.
He immediately turned his head to survey his surroundings but didn’t see the girl who had saved him. Strange. Why do I feel… disappointed?
Flex, how are you feeling? Landon asked his wolf through Mind Link.
I’m fine now. I didn’t think I’d recover this quickly after being hit with Wolfsbane, Flex replied, his voice energetic. Landon let out a quiet sigh of relief.
Clearly, the girl hadn’t just removed the bullet – she’d detoxified him too.
I’m sure you’re eager to meet our savior, Landon remarked to Flex before summoning his beta, Nathaniel Frost, via Mind Link.
Nathaniel arrived at the Falindale University medical lab shortly after. The sight of Landon, blood-soaked and battered, nearly stopped him in his tracks.
“Alpha, are you okay?” Nathaniel’s voice was thick with concern.
From the moment Landon went missing, Nathaniel had been plagued by anxiety. Now, seeing him like this, he couldn’t hide his alarm.
Landon wasn’t just the alpha of the Nightshade Pack; he was the most powerful alpha on the Montedra continent. For anyone to have injured him so severely… What kind of force are we dealing with?
If Landon were harmed any further, it wouldn’t just throw the Nightshade Pack into chaos – the entire Montedra werewolf society would be at risk of falling apart.
“I’m fine now,” Landon said, his tone heavy. “They hired werewolf mercenaries this time – and used a Silver Bullet. Someone is desperate to see me dead.”
“You were hit by a Silver Bullet?” Nathaniel’s eyes widened in disbelief. “How are you – ?”
“Someone helped me remove it. Find out who saved me,” Landon interrupted.
“Yes, Alpha.”
Once Nathaniel confirmed that Landon’s condition wasn’t critical, he escorted him back to their temporary residence in Falindale before setting out to investigate their mystery savior.
The next morning, Nathaniel returned with a folder of information.
“Alpha, I’ve found her,” Nathaniel announced, handing the documents over.
Landon opened the folder and skimmed through its contents, his brows knitting together.
“A 17-year-old student? She hasn’t even awakened her wolf?” He paused. An unawakened teenage werewolf took down a team of mercenaries and performed a complex surgery?
“Nathaniel, are you sure this information is accurate?” Landon asked skeptically.
“Yes, Alpha,” Nathaniel replied firmly. “I was just as shocked when I saw it, but I’ve double- and triple-checked everything. It’s definitely her.”
Nathaniel handed over a photograph.
Landon took the picture and froze. The face staring back at him was unforgettable: young, radiant, and stunningly beautiful. But it was her blue eyes – vivid and arresting – that held his gaze.
“A 17-year-old unawakened female werewolf who can fight mercenaries and perform advanced surgery? Interesting.”
“Should we return to Navoris?” Nathaniel asked tentatively.
They had barely set foot in Falindale, and this attack seemed like a calculated move to prevent them from being here.
“There’s still work to do here. Why would we leave?” Landon replied coolly. “If you’re scared, feel free to go back on your own.”
Nathaniel’s jaw tightened. He wasn’t scared – he was just concerned for his alpha’s safety.
“Let’s go meet this girl,” Landon ordered, his eyes lingering on Tessa’s photograph.
Nathaniel found Tessa later that day, surrounded by a group of thuggish werewolves.
“You must be Tessa,” he called out.
Dressed in her Falindale High uniform with her sleeves rolled up to reveal her pale wrists, Tessa ignored him and kept walking.
“Boss, she’s ignoring you!” one of the thugs exclaimed indignantly. No one at Falindale High dared to disrespect their leader.
The gang leader, visibly irritated, stepped in front of her.
“I’m talking to you! Are you deaf?” he barked, reaching for her arm.
Tessa finally stopped, spat out her gum, and said coldly, “Move.”
Her tone was icy, cutting like a blade.
“Feisty, huh? You’ve messed with the wrong guy,” the leader sneered, lunging at her.
Before he could make contact, Tessa grabbed him and threw him over her shoulder. He hit the ground hard, groaning in pain.
“Do you know who I am? My dad – “
Before he could finish, Tessa stomped on his face, silencing him.
“Shut up,” she said flatly, her voice laced with irritation.
The other thugs stared in stunned silence. Isn’t Tessa supposed to be a useless wolf-less girl? What’s going on?
“Call my dad!” the leader screamed, his voice cracking. “Tessa won’t survive in Falindale after this!”
Behind her, whispers erupted. Everyone knew Tessa’s story. She had been abandoned by her pack, the Frostmoon Pack in Navoris.
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