The Butcher's Bride
"He lost his mate to a Bloodmoon patrol three years ago. He sees them in every shadow."
She brought the cup to the table.
Together, we lifted Jinx’s head. I held him upright while Rhea trickled the dark liquid into his mouth. He coughed but swallowed it down.
"There," Rhea sighed, brushing the hair from his forehead. "Now we wait."
She turned to me, her eyes landing on my hand. I had wrapped a rag around it, but the blood had soaked through.
"Give me that," she ordered.