BLUE MOON
Indie instructs as she sticks a small dagger into a potof burning coals.
“Hold him” Indie commands as she picks up a scalpel.
Zayne, Tate, Noah and Colin spring up to hold down each of his hands an legs, pressing down on his shoulder and hips to keep him in place.
I stand rooted at a spot as the healer gets to work. As she moves I see a small cut on his side, distracted by the larger wounds on his chest, it had escaped my notice. Thick dark blood, almost black coats the wound.
It smells wrong.
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