Third Person’s POV
Lance let Tommy drive the modified jeep and stayed by Marsh’s side.
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Even as Marsh slipped into unconsciousness, his neck glands pale from blood loss, Lance gently cradled his hand with his warm palm. His white musk pheromones seeped into Marsh’s cold skin like warm water.
In a soothing tone, he described the rejuvenating Southern Border plains and the amusing antics of his pups learning to hunt. The calming elements in his voice, like moon grass sap, softened the tension.
When he mentioned Marsh’s mate was on her way, a faint tenderness laced his white musk. “She’ll be here soon. You’ll embrace under the full moon.”
At these words, Marsh’s chaotic pheromones steadied, his labored breathing syncing with Lance’s voice.
Occasionally, he’d struggle to open his eyes, the white film over his wolf pupils thinning slightly, a flicker of hope–a desire for reunion–lighting his gaze.
This injured werewolf warrior, relying purely on the indomitable resilience deep within his wolf spirit, clung stubbornly to his last breath.
It was the warrior’s obsession with life and reunion that, like a candle flickering in the wind, burned obstinately under Lance’s pheromone reassurance.
As they neared Frostbite Town–sixty to seventy miles remained–the group was forced to halt.
Marsh’s breaths grew shallow and irregular, his vital signs fading.
The military doctor, exhausted his repertoire, glanced at Lance with resignation. “I’ve done all I can. We’ve reinforced treatments twice today. I can’t continue.”
The Eugenius Scout Team stood together, hearts heavy.
They couldn’t bear to look at Marsh–his emaciated, scarred figure was too painful to witness.
Lance turned to Klein, his eyes questioning.
Klein sighed. “This is our last option. If you channel your wolf energy to stabilize his vitals, if we don’t reach Frostbite Town within an hour–whether we make it or not, and Digby isn’t there–Marsh is beyond saving.”
Lance nodded, sorrow etched in his gaze. “I know. Even if we reach the medical station and Digby arrives, if he has no other solutions, the outcome remains the same.”
“Rushing seventy miles in an hour is risky. His body might not withstand the speed,” Klein added.
Silence fell.
The main roads here were far from smooth. The Southern Border, scarred by war, was riddled with potholes. Driving here was nerve–wracking, with the constant fear of overturning.
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Even at slow speeds, the journey was perilous. Speeding up would be even more dangerous.
If the vehicle overturned, Marsh would almost certainly not survive.
“Let’s proceed with this plan,” Klein said.
“Have two people lie in the vehicle, cushioned by soft pads. Marsh can rest atop them. Those below must use their strength to absorb shocks and keep him comfortable.”
Everyone stepped forward, volunteering, “Let me lie at the bottom.”
Caldwell glanced at the crowd–some injured, others exhausted–and pulled Tommy aside, saying, “We’ll do it.”
“We can do it…” others persisted.
Caldwell raised a hand for silence, “No more arguments. It’s us. If trouble hits, Tommy and I are quick enough to get us out of it.”
His words settled the dispute–Caldwell and Tommy were indeed the most agile.
Lance sat down, and the white musk pheromones around him suddenly turned into a gentle warmth. He released his Alpha life energy.
A faint golden energy halo flowed out from his palms and slowly transferred into Marsh’s body through contact with the glands in his neck.
The energy, compressed into thin threads, flowed into Marsh like a trickling stream.
Lance’s focused golden eyes trembled slightly with each energy push, accompanied by heavy breathing.
The Alpha energy prioritized protecting Marsh’s heart and neck glands, stimulating his heartbeat and following the werewolf’s unique blood flow to reach every limb.
Like a resilient silver thread, the energy stream connected Marsh’s nearly collapsed bodily functions. After the transfer, Lance’s breathing was visibly disordered, and the golden halo dimmed.
“This is a high–risk gamble. We must reach the Frostbite Town medical station within the hour. Even if we -make it on time, we can’t be sure Digby’s there,” he said, his white musk tinged with fatigue.
“True, with Marsh’s mate along, their speed might be slower,” Magnus added, his pheromones heavy with worry.
Lance shook his head, trust firm in his voice. “No, they’d depart in batches. Adelaide would ensure everything’s arranged.”
