The Lycan's Rejected Mate (naiah and Amos) novel Chapter 104

Anaiah's POV

I assess the young man in my presence, he couldn't be more than twenty-five. He removes a small black and white butterfly from his pocket and it rests on my hand.

"A butterfly? What's going on?"

"It led me to you," He says. I look at it again, it has unique colors,

"Who are you?" I ask.

"My name is Prince Silas of the Werebear pack, and I need your help freeing my people from the wizard Amacus,"

My hand flies to my chest and a gasp escapes my lips, he is the dead prince of the Werebear pack, how come he's here and how did you enter the city undetected? So many questions roamed my head

"I was told you're dead," I say,

"Anaiah, Ana!" Arya calls me just as the butterfly flaps its little wings and flies away.

My eyes glance back at Silas, he looks determined and in dire need of health care.

"What happened to you?"

"I - I don't feel too good," he says and collapses to the ground. I crouch down to check his pulse, he's breathing but barely.

"Arya, help!" I call. She comes rushing to me, looking around before she gets on her knees.

"We need to take this man to the hospital,"

"Who is he and what happened to him?"

"He's Prince Silas of the Werebear pack,"

"I thought he was dead, is he a ghost?" She asks

"Just help me carry him,"

We lift him and I open a portal to the hospital, seeing us in the hallways, three nurses rush to us with a stretcher. They take him to a private room where they treat him.

"Have you told Samy that the mate she thought died is alive, ghosty maybe," I almost chuckle

"No, should I?"

"Yes," I grab my phone and dial Samantha's number but it doesn't go through.

"I think the network is bad. I'll grab water from the machine," I tell her.

After drinking my water, on my way back to Arya, my wolf speaks to me,

"Oh, our little friend is here, open that door,"

I do as she says and I smile at who I see. It's the little Asian boy I saved at the Alpha's seminar. He's sleeping peacefully.

'he's cute,' Chalo coos over him. I agree. I stroke his soft hair and he jolts up.

'Sensitive too,'

He looked fearful at first but all dread left him when he saw me. He smiles and tries to sit up with difficulty.