Make me your mate

I looked back at Liam with concern, and Fang's grip on my wrist tightened. He did not like the way I was going to save someone else when he had assured me. At Fang's signal, Bane bent down to slit his palm and pour his blood into Liam's mouth. I watched with my jaw slack a bit. Blood abilities were only with the Warchilds, so Bane would be Alpha if he had it. 

"Is he using blood noesis?" I asked Fang. 

Fang's eyes were fixated on Bane doing his job as he answered without turning to me, "No, Bane's special abilities make him resistant to the poison, so his blood is a kind of antidote to anything toxin."

So Bane was not a Warchild. Liam's body, which had gone in a seizure, calmed down and his eyes that had rolled back came to their normal position. He was slowly breathing and the nerves that had prominently come out from on his neck soothed down.