Crysta opened the white box and took out a cotton swab dipped in spirit before she started cleaning his wounds. The black ooze kept coming out of his wounds and seemed to stain the cotton much faster than normal blood did.
She focused on getting him cleaned up, making sure to slow down each time he grimaced in pain and clean the most sensitive areas with extra care.
"You seem experienced. When did this happen?" Wyatt asked.
"I only know a few basics. Nothing too complicated," she responded, "Try to save your strength. You'll need it if we are to make the rest of this journey."
"I-I didn't say everything I saw out there. Simply because I was scared out of my mind and didn't look back," the alpha spoke up.
Crysta's hand stopped on its way to the man's side, shaking at the tone in his voice. There wasn't a lot that could scare Wyatt and not because he was powerful, but merely because he had too big of an ego to consider openly admitting it.