Page 13 of Knot Their Soldier: Part Three

I sigh and scrub my hand over my face as understanding sinks in.

It has to be me.

Someone has to look for them. Not because I want an adventure, or even to live, but because Halley wants them found, and I'm the only one sitting here with enough mind left to remember it.

I'll pick up her mantle and complete Halley's mission. It's how I will honor my Omega.

"I’ll find them, baby girl," I whisper. "If they’re out there, I’ll find them."

'I'll just have to haunt you instead until you fulfill that promise.'

I sigh.

She doesn't have to threaten me with that. I already know she'll be with me for the rest of my life.

Eventually, when I can't avoid it any longer, I swipe the cloth over the wound on her neck. The blood is thick and coagulated, and it takes a while to clear.

'Ow! Be gentle.'

"Sorry, baby girl."

I rinse off the cloth and go back for another wipe.

My hand stops.

The wound.

The one that killed her should be there.

Entry trauma to the throat. Catastrophic blood loss. Fatal within minutes without intervention, and we had no intervention to give.

But it's not there.

It's gone.

There's a high-pitched ringing sound in my head.

I blink and stare at the clear skin. I blink again, waiting for my delusion to pass. Nothing changes.

Her skin remains unspoiled, and I'm not hallucinating. There really is nothing where her wound was. Except that’s not quite true. There's a mark. A small pinkish raised line, like a freshly healed wound on an Alpha.

What does that mean?

I'm levelheaded. I trust data, not superstition, so I need an experiment to check that this is real.

My hand trembles as I gently roll her onto her side and lift her shirt. I press the cloth to the wound on her lower back and wipe the area clean. A choked gasp escapes me, and I nearly drop her in my rush to roll her back over.

Gone.

The knife wound is gone too.

'Don't spiral, Beta Specialist,' she chastises me softly. 'You taught me to always look for the logical explanation.'

I inhale sharply, unwilling to examine why her voice is suddenly crystal clear in my head, and focus on the conundrum before me.

We've experienced advanced healing since bonding with each other. That isn’t new, but Halley is still an Omega. She shouldn’t have healed this fast. She shouldn’t have healed at all, because she’s dead.

Dead people don’t heal.