Alpha Of Darkness And The Half-Breed Healer

AUTHOR’S POV

“How is that even possible? Aren’t you supposed to be concerned about caring for him first!” Ezra bellowed into the phone receiver angrily before ending the call. “What the hell?” He yelled.

Ezekiel exchanged a glance with Omega Harold and exhaled slowly. “Calm your nerves, Ezra. You won’t sort this out if you keep getting angry at everyone you speak to.”

He gasped for breath, scrubbing his face roughly. “What do you expect me to do, uncle? It’s been two weeks since he has been lying there and unmoving, and his body is beginning to peel and redden at the same time. How is it that none of the medics will check on him? Not even the damned doctors who get paid huge bucks of money can come through.” He lamented.

Gael’s fall during the pack council meeting had escalated into something more severe than expected. They all thought he must have been exhausted from too much drinking and not having enough food inside of him. However, when he became conscious, his eyes were the only thing moving about and not his limbs. The pack doctors have run several tests on him, and they still can’t tell what is going on.

Ezra realized the illness might be concerning the disease the pack had dealt with months back. So, he reached out to the healers from other packs. Three of them came by, and they promised to return, but they never did. Reaching out to the others, but none responded to him, raising his frustration. Gael seems to be dying with each passing second, as his breathing lessens every day. Whatever is wrong with him moves at a breakneck pace.

“This is a serious matter. Many people are beginning to spread rumors about what might be up with him, and we still haven’t figured out what to tell them yet. You know how unreasonable pack members can be when they hear something is wrong with the Alpha.” Omega Harold said.

“They can all go to hell.” Ezra hissed. He stared at his friend again, and tears pulled in his eyes. It sounds almost impossible that Gael, who hardly falls ill, is lying on the bed looking lifeless.© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

“From the look of things, we have run out of options, and the only one who can come to our rescue, according to the other healers, is no one else but the former healer of the pack,” Ezekiel stated. “Being the ordained healer of the pack, she is the only one who would know what to do to bring him back to life.”

“We can’t call out to Nia. What am I supposed to tell her? Gael has hurt her. Do you think she would want to save such a person? Also, currently, I have no idea where she stays. Perry made me promise not to talk about anything related to Gael to Nia.” Ezra said.

Omega Harold said, “We must do whatever it takes to get to her. You know now that we are on a blocked road, and if Nia is our only option, we do not mind going on our knees to plead with her. Gael can’t die. He is the only heir to the throne. You know what would become of the pack if anything happens to him.”

“I… I can’t.” Ezra mumbled, feeling choked.

“I am sure you don’t want him to die, son. We don’t need her to come back here against her free will. We would take Gael to her wherever she is in the world. We desperately need her help, and doing anything to get it is our only way out now.” Ezekiel interjected. “I will have to speak to Nia myself if that is what it would cost. We have to save, Gael.”

“She might not feel comfortable if you talk to her, Ezekiel. Let Ezra handle it. She is your friend, after all, and if she has a good heart, she wouldn’t mind doing it for the sake of a life being at stake. Let her know she is our last chance to restore his health.” Omega Harold mused.

Ezekiel got up and patted Ezra on the shoulder. “We would leave you to it then. Let’s go, Harold.” He called out.

After both men left, Ezra stared at his phone screen for a long time. As much as he knows Nia wouldn’t hesitate to talk to him, he doesn’t want her to think he is leveraging their closeness. To avoid becoming nosy, Ezra stopped asking about her whereabouts and instead checked on her occasionally. With this new situation, he has no idea how to present it to her. If it were up to Perry, she wouldn’t mind leaving Gael to die. Summoning courage, he dialed Nia’s line. She picked on the second ring and breathed heavily into the receiver.

“Hello, Nia. Are you okay? You sound quite tired.” He said.

She chuckled on the other end, “Don’t mind me; it is how I sound these days. How are you doing, Ezra? It’s been a while since I heard from you.”

He shifted from one foot to the other. “I am fine, just been busy with the pack duties. I have something important to share with you, Nia, and I am very anxious to tell it to you. But I am at a crossroads as it is. And I need your help.”

There was a slight pause on the other end and some movement. “What’s going on, Ezra? You know you can talk to me.”

“This is going to be a hard one, Nia. It’s why I am unsure how to tell you.” He pressed on.

“Whichever way you intend just to say it.” She urged.

Ezra exhaled loudly, “All right, here it goes. Gael has been down for two weeks, and we have contacted every healer known in all the packs; none of them seem to have a way out to heal him. It seems familiar, like the disease that plagued the pack months ago. He is dying, Nia. You are our only option.” There was a long pause on the other end, “Nia, are you there?” He asked.

Before he could get a chance to call out her name again, the line went dead. Ezra cursed under his breath loudly and stormed out of the room in anger. He knew that was going to be a dead end.