The so-called blood transfusion surgery, as the name suggested, involved transferring all of Faye's blood into my body, while my blood was transferred into hers.
Technically, my body could accept Faye's blood, but who knew if she could accept mine?
But I didn't care. Who would care about her life or death anyway?
Only Timerante would naively believe that I was doing this for him and the pack. Of course, I didn't mean to underestimate him. It was better that way. It would be problematic if he knew my true intentions.
I prepared for the sterilization procedures and entered the operating room.
As I gazed upon the woman lying on the table who had her eyes closed, I wanted to burst out laughing. But I had to display as much sympathy as possible on the surface.
However, my joy quickly gave way to other emotions.
I stared at her face and her beautiful blonde hair. Oh, my dear Faye, my good friend. She remained so stunning even in that dire situation.