Draven POV

Drop by drop, I watched the trail of red as it leaked from my palm into the small bowl held in front of me by the witch doctor.

I squeezed hard to force it out faster, but she placed a finger on top of my hand and shook her head, “there’s no need to rush, Alpha. Let things happen naturally.”

It took a good amount of effort to press down the wave of irritation that rose inside me at her words. My mate was in trouble, there was every reason to rush.

But I released my hand ...