Compilation Of Short Stories
Across from her, Ronan, the lead mender for the city’s shifter coven, leaned against a shelf of trembling crystal vials, a smirk playing on his lips that made her want to commit acts of profound violence.
“Your so-called ‘holistic’ tinctures are poisoning my patients, Ronan,” she snarled, her voice low and venomous. “Another wolf-shifter collapsed in my clinic today. His system was flooded with enough wolfsbane to stop three hearts. I had to pump his stomach for an hour.”