The blood never really washed off. Three years working in this underground clinic had taught me that lesson the hard way, the copper scent clinging to everything, my clothes, my hair, my skin, no matter how raw I scrubbed my hands or how long I let the water run pink down the drain of a sink that had seen more blood than most hospitals ever would."Hold still," I said, and Marcus grunted on the table in front of me, a gash splitting his forearm deep enough to show bone, the kind of wound that would have sent anyone else straight to an ER with a story about a car accident or a dog attack. He'd lost a lot of blood, and his eyes kept flickering gold, his wolf clawing to take over, fighting the pain the same way every wolf did when the damage got bad enough."If you shift, you'll tear the stitches. Don't do it."He growled, but he held still, and I worked fast, the needle going in and pulling through and tying off, my hands moving on autopilot while my mind drifted somewhere else. I'd bee
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