Sera's POV
"What happened?" I panicky grabbed a towel from the bathroom and pressed it against his wounds.
Damon winced but didn't pull away. "Rogues. They ambushed me near the eastern border. One of them had a silver dagger coated in poison."
"Poison?" My hands trembled. "We need to get you to the hospital. Now."
"No." His voice was firm despite the pain. "I sent Jace to get the antidote. If word gets out that the Alpha was injured by rogues, it will cause panic. The pack will think we're vulnerable."
"Damon, you're bleeding everywhere."
"I've had worse." He tried to smile, but it came out as more of a grimace. "Just help me clean the wounds. The antidote will handle the rest."
I wanted to argue. I wanted to drag him to the hospital myself. But I understood his reasoning. An Alpha
